| What do you got?
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| Mass produced in somewhere hot
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| You'll have to go on the Underground
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| To get things done here
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| (And then you have to see)
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| If you need a yellow duck, service done
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| This is a place to come to,
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| Or, well, it was
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| I know a hot spot oh oh
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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 drift
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| It's got to be that time again
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| And June, June will be over soon again
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| So get yourself up, get a past glitch 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 five fourteen to East Grinstead
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| (You've sent me off to see) (we're going up, up, up, up, up)
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| Coursing 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 crime forgot
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| Oh, just don't 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, ooh
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| Going down to Lonesome Street, ooh
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| Lonesome Street, ooh
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| Going down to Lonesome Street, ooh
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| Lonesome Street, ooh
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| Going down to Lonesome Street, ooh |