| Robbie Williams: I was there to witness, candices inner business
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| She wants the boys to notice her rainbows and her ponies
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| She was educated, but could not count to ten
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| Now she got lots of different horses by lots of different men
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| And I say: «Liberate your sons and daughters»
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| The bush is high, but in the hole there’s water
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| You can get some, when they give it
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| Nothing sacred, but it’s a living
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| Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too high or a little too low
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| Got no self-esteem and vertigo, cause she thinks she’s made of candy
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| Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close
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| Got a hurricane at the back of her throat and she thinks she’s made of candy
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| Ring a ring of roses, whoever gets the closest
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| She comes and she goes as the war of the roses
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| Mother was a victim, father beat the system by moving bricks to Brixton and
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| learning how to fix them
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| Liberate your sons and daughters
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| The bush is high, but in the hole there’s water
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| «As you will» shall be the whole of the law
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| And if it don’t feel good what are you doing it for?
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| Now tell me
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| Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too high or a little too low
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| Got no self-esteem and vertigo, cause she thinks she’s made of candy
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| Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close
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| Got a hurricane at the back of her throat and she thinks she’s made of candy
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| Liberate your sons and daughters
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| The bush is high, but in the hole there’s water
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| «As you will» shall be the whole of the law
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| And if it don’t feel good what are you doing it for?
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| What are you doing it for?
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| What are you doing it for?
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| What are you doing it for?
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| What are you doing it for?
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| What are you doing it for?
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| What are you doing it for?
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| What are you doing it for?
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| What are you doing it for?
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| Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too high or a little too low
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| Got no self-esteem and vertigo, cause she thinks she’s made of candy
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| Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close
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| Got a hurricane at the back of her throat and she thinks she’s made of candy
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| Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too high or a little too low
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| Got no self-esteem and vertigo, cause she thinks she’s made of candy
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| Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close
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| There’s a hurricane at the back of her throat and she thinks she’s made of candy |