| There are people going hungry far away
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| They’ve got nothing on their plates
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| And you’re filling your fat face with every different kind of cake
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| If you ever go lardy or go lame
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| I will drop you straight away
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| That’s the chance you’re gonna take
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| For every stupid thing you say
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| There are people going lonely and they’ll stay
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| Lonely far into the year
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| Cause you’re making blinkers fashionable
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| And fashionably you’ll say
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| All is equal in love and war
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| And I’m sorry but I’ve got some things to do
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| And you pretend to read a book
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| You’ll never finish till the day
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| That the author dedicates it
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| To a century of fakers
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| They took your mould
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| And they burned it on the fire in history today
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| Yeah, the author dedicates it
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| To a century of fakers
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| He was an anarchist, he tried his best
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| But it wasn’t good enough
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| Did I say I would see you soon
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| Well I’m sorry, but I just came off my bike
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| And my face is scarred
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| And chance has barred me seeing you tonight
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| I was over the other side of the city
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| And if the truth be known I’d say
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| That you looked great from there before you shaved
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| Your golden hair today
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| Everybody’s trying to make us
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| Another century of fakers
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| They took your mould
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| And burned it on the fire of history today
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| Everybody’s trying to make us
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| Another cool decade of fakers
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| Everybody’s trying to make us
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| Another century of fakers
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| Everybody’s trying to make us
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| Another century of fakers
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| Everybody’s trying to make us
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| Another century of fakers
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| Everybody’s trying to make us
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| Another century of fakers
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| Everybody’s trying to make us
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| Another cool decade of fakers
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| Everybody’s trying to make us
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| Another century of fakers
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| Everybody’s trying to make us
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| Another cool decade of fakers
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| Everybody’s trying to make us
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| Another century of fakers |