| To the multi story car park with our friends
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| Drinking from a bottle of White Lightning
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| On top of Marks and Sparks, roof running
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| Smoking chronic, hectic
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| And it seems that nothing now will ever change
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| And it seems that we’re on on on our own again
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| And it seems that nothing now will ever change
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| And it seems that we’re on on on our own again
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| And it seems that nothing now will ever change
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| And it seems that we’re on on on our own again
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| We’ll convene at mine 3 PM to play
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| Sega Mega Drive, Golden Axe and Sonic all day
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| Never played it? |
| I’ll teach you
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| Can’t hack it? |
| I’ll beat ya
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| That’s Pendell making rhymes in the corner with a litre of finest Scrumpy Jack
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| Whilst Pdex pumps out the latest big club track
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| We’ll chip it to Justin’s and hit his King Kong
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| Then we’ll gather round the piano for a little sing song
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| Oh, if I could kidnap that feeling
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| The one that melts all fears from your mind
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| I’d make no demands, no ransom
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| 'Cause I’d never set it free
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| 'Cause I’d never set it free
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| Oh, if I could kidnap that feeling |
| The one that melts all fears from your mind
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| I’d make no demands, no ransom
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| 'Cause I’d never set it free
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| 'Cause I’d never set it free
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| 'Cause I’d never set it free
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| Oh, these Halcyon days and Halcyon nights
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| Before we began to realise that things aren’t right
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| And it seems that nothing now will ever change
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| And it seems that we’re on on on our own again
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| And it seems that nothing now will ever change
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| And it seems that we’re on on on our own again
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| And it seems that nothing now will ever change
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| And it seems that we’re on on on our own again
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| On on on our own again
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| On on on our own again
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| On on on our own again
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| On on on our own again |