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When there's no one left to fight boys like him don't shine so bright |
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Soon as I see the dust settle he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble |
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When there's no one left to fight boys like him don't shine so bright |
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Soon as I see the dust settle he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble |
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I took a train again away from shame and blame a city pained to see |
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A friend I hadn't seen since I was drinkin' underage |
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I was a ten a day, how'd you say, little shit |
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White lightnin', heightenin' all my courage, quick wit |
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We wore checkered season wallabies, buttoned shirts and whiskey |
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Mutton dressed as lamb a fan of bands like The Jam, Jam, Jam, Jam |
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I don't know who I am, he said I dunno if I can |
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I said yeah man, you can, can |
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When there's no one left to fight boys like him don't shine so bright |
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Soon as I see the dust settle he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble |
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When there's no one left to fight boys like him don't shine so bright |
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Soon as I see the dust settle he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble |
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Drunk and being sick, I feel like shit, I gotta quit |
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I hope I haven't missed the last train, gonna be stuck in Hampton Wick |
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With the boys across the platform shoutin' lightweight prick |
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I'm a featherweight champion, cheap to get pissed |
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Wish Candy were here with me, she'd definitely deal with it |
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Tell 'em all to shut their mouths and go suck their mommas dicks |
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'Cause she ain't, no she ain't that low, three fingers down |
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Or the other two up and I'll sing this proud |
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Runnin' with believers, no time for fever |
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And I haven't got time for you either |
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With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones |
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I take 'em home on my own |
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Runnin' with believers, no time for fever |
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And I haven't got time for you either |
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With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones |
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I take 'em home on my own |
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As I travel down the track all my memories flood back |
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We were runnin' at ease from enemies |
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And rushed back to your momma's flat |
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It's the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap |
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I know it sounds crude, but there's somethin' in that |
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How's Danny doin'? Hear he's high flyin' and that |
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Stockbroker in the city with a lady and a baby |
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And Fee, is she free from the demons she had? |
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Was it two months clean, routine to relapse? |
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Runnin' with believers, no time for fever |
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And I haven't got time for you either |
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With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones |
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I take 'em home on my own |
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Runnin' with believers, no time for fever |
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And I haven't got time for you either |
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With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones |
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I take 'em home on my own |
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She smoked all of your weed that's why the loved ones out to leave |
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Why when you take the lead they stab you in the back |
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'Till you can't breathe when you're bleedin' on the floor |
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And no one hears your call at all |
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She screamed out to the party, you are sheeps and cattle |
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I was hangin' out with Louie in the shootin' gallery |
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When the news got through to me about you and Jeremy |
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Pat on my back and a swig on my brew |
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You're still my friend, it's impossible to hate you |
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Cradle to the grave, I know we always misbehave |
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People latch down and then they rain on our parade |
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Girls, we love leave when we want them to stay |
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Like today, remember what shall we say? |
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When there's no one left to fight boys like us don't shine so bright |
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Soon as I see the dust settle let's go out and find some trouble |
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Runnin' with believers, no time for fever |
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And I haven't got time for you either |
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With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones |
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I take 'em home on my own |
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Runnin' with believers, no time for fever |
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And I haven't got time for you either |
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With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones |
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I take 'em home on my own |
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Runnin' with believers, no time for fever |
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And I haven't got time for you either |
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With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones |
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I take 'em home on my own |
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Runnin' with believers, no time for fever |
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And I haven't got time for you either |
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With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones |
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I take 'em home on my own |
