| There he goes
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| That look in his eye
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| There he goes
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| That look in his eye
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| I’ve heard about him
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| Bad things about him
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| I’ve heard about him
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| Bad things about
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| I’ve heard about him
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| Bad things about him
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| I’ve heard about him
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| Bad things about
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| Traitors, breathin' every day off ya favours
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| Believin' what you say when you’re waving the papers
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| And God can’t protect you now, your faiths wasted
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| Chop half your section down the race taken
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| And make flames with the faces that tapes
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| The fake ones that never gave a grain when they make
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| And none of us are paid, everyone of us the same
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| You sell a bit of drugs and have to juggle up the change
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| «Fuck it bruv it’s money and I’m struggling today»
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| You switching from a cunt, to my brother to the grave
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| Guess mates are a mother fucker, love 'em and you hate
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| You take 'em to the pub and wanna punch 'em in the face
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| I run away sometimes, try to get escape
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| Kinda separate life, try to meditate
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| But I’m alive with a mind I should medicate
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| And educate to never let the spies in my head again
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| LIES
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| I’ve heard about him
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| CHEATS
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| Bad things about him
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| SPIES
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| I’ve heard about him
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| THIEFS
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| Bad things about
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| HE LIES
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| I’ve heard about him
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| HE CHEATS
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| Bad things about him
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| HE SPIES
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| I’ve heard about him
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| Bad things about
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| I used to trust in my luck and my future
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| I never give a fuck if it’s love or ill lose ya
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| It’s not enough flowing trust on an ice slope
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| Nice blokes acting like they’re stuck on the white snow
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| Your mind home, get to like it or die slow
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| I know that quiet isn’t nice when the lights go
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| I’m getting bored of my friends and their plenty yawns
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| They get ignored and they still never settle scores
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| Now what the fuck is the point in you
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| Do you really wanna end up destroying the crew?
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| I thought it was nothing, but love and the sharing
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| But now it’s awkward, I’m done with the caring
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| Keep the change, don’t speak to James
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| I’ve got beats in the brain, I don’t need my mates
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| I just sleep in my crave with a decent wage
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| While you’re too busy sneaking a piece of cake
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| You’re so vain
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| You probably think this song is about you
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| You’re so vain
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| I bet you think this song is about you
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| Don’t you, don’t you |