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Paul Weller |
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Miscellaneous |
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I WALK ON GILDED SPLINTERS |
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Some people think they're jammy |
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But I know they must be crazy |
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Can't see their misfortune |
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Even if they're lazy |
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Walk throughout the fire |
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Drive throughout the smoke |
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See my enemy at the end of the rope |
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Walk on piles of needles |
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See what they can do |
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Walk on gilded splinters |
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With the King of the Zulus |
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Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon |
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Walk on gilded splinters |
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Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon |
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Walk on gilded splinters |
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Here I go, now |
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Til I murder, til I'm dead |
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I rode out my coffee |
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By drinking poison from my chalice |
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Propped against my faith |
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I drink oil for my malice |
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Meet me on your doorstep |
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Soon we'll be in the gutter |
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Melt you just like butter |
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I'll make you stutter |
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Walk throughout the fire |
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Drive throughout the smoke |
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See my enemy at the end of the rope |
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Walk on piles of needles |
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See what they can do |
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Walk on gilded splinters |
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With the King of the Zulus |
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Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon |
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Walk on gilded splinters |
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Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon |
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Walk on gilded splinters |
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Til I murder, til I'm dead |
