| Time had come
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| When they had to leave
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| Their gold plated dreams behind
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| Decision was made to eliminate the middle man
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| From their side
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| Counting for reasons unknown to him
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| Their intentions were really good
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| But he took it to heart
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| And they stabbed him in the back
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| Guess he never understood
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| So three years on and his light came on
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| He decided to
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| Start cuttin' up rough
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| Cuttin' up rough
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| Too many fingers in too many pies
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| To free you from the job at hand
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| Empires built on false promises
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| Sinkin' outta sight into the quicksand
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| Threw out a line and tried to drag him out
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| But he couldn’t get it right you see
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| Surrounded himself like piggy in the middle
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| Couldn’t see the wood for the trees
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| And now three years on when his light came on
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| He decided to
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| Start cuttin' up rough
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| Tryin' on the tough stuff
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| Well morning came 'round down in London town
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| Like the showdown at the OK Corral
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| He had all the ammunition
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| And made the decision
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| To upset the boys' morale
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| His mouthpiece was slick
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| And the lies were coming quick
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| But they stood together on shaky ground
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| He’ll pay the cost 'cause he really lost
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| No thanks to him they’d still be around
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| And in three years from now, he may need 'em somehow
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| But they’ll never never never ever stop
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| Cuttin' up rough
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| Trying on the tough stuff |