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What do you got? |
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Mass produce in somewhere hot |
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You'll have to go in the underground |
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To get things done here |
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And then you have |
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So if it's done |
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This is the place to come to, or, well it was |
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I know a hot spot |
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Crossing on the guillotine |
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And if you have nobody left to rely on, |
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I'll hold you in my arms and let you dream |
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It's got to be that time again |
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And you, you will be over soon again |
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So get yourself up, get past on your way |
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There's nothing to be ashamed of |
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Taking off again |
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The 514 to East Grinstead |
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You've set me off |
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Crossing on our greatest night |
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And talking types will let us down, again |
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Talk, talk on your arse all night |
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You wanna be there |
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Step inside the tarmac ride |
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To the land that time forgot |
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Oh, we're just gonna go there |
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Cracks inside the tarmac ride |
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To the land that crime forgot, oh no |
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And if you have nobody left to rely on |
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I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift |
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Going down to Lonesome Street |
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Going down to Lonesome Street |
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Lonesome Street |
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Going down to Lonesome Street |
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Lonesome Street |
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Going down to Lonesome Street |
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Lonesome Street |
