| They hold you down
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| Spin you round
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| Fuck you up
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| And they hold you down
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| Waiting for
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| The jingle jangle of the jailers bangle
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| To set you free (oh set me free)
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| Only true hearts and minds and melodies
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| Are said to cure all known maladies
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| So sing along
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| It won’t be long
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| Until the whole city belongs
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| To true hearts and minds
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| Maladies will be gone
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| Oh and the piracy (piracy)
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| And they’ll keep on busking through your dreams that your living
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| Taking all along the seams which are splitting
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| Way beneath the sea in which your living in, oh
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| Oh the piracy, do you believe honour amongst honest men (?)
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| That’s not a lollipop, it’s a machete!
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| When they keep on busking through my dreams that your living
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| Way beneth the seams that are splitting
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| Way beneth the sea in which I’m living in
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| Tell me why-y-y, can’t you look me in the eye-y? |
| li-di di
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| Just tell me why, why did you break my heart?
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| Shoop de-lang de-lang, de-lang de-lang
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| Why would it matter to you anymore than me wail.
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| Tell me why-y-y, can’t you look me in the eye-y? |
| li-di di
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| Just tell me why, why did you break my heart?
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| Shoop de-lang de-lang, de-lang de-lang
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| Why would it matter to you so late in the day. |
| Shoop de-lang de-lang,
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| de-lang de-lang
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| This town may hold no hope for me Well I think I’d run away to see.
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| Oh the piracy, do you believe honour amongst honest men (?)
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| They will keep on busking through my dreams that I’m living Way beneath the
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| seams that are splitting Way beneath the sea in which I’m living
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| They will keep on busking through my dreams that I’m living
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| Way beneath the seams that are splitting
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| Way beneath the sea in which I’m living |