| Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards
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| From the pockets of wrecks that lie the road
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| I came to in my future and that was just yesterday
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| Unsure of my past that’s a knot in my gut
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| You buy me a drink then you think that you’ve got the right
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| To crawl in my head and rifle my soul
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| You tell me I’m free then you want me to compromise
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| To sell out my dreams you say you’ll make it worthwhile
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| Oh, boys would you drink to me now
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| Here on the hill, half way up, half way down
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| Oh, boys would you drink to me now
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| Here on the hill, half way up, half way down
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| You tell me I’m drunk then you stand back and smug a while
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| Convinced that you’re right that you’re still in command of your senses
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| I laugh at your superior attitude
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| Your insincere plattitudes make me throw up
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| The sooner you realise I’m perfectly happy
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| If I’m left to decide the company I choose
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| Oh, boys would you drink to me now
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| Here on the hill, half way up, half way down
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| Oh for the company born to the company
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| Live for the company until I die
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| The sooner you realise I’m perfectly happy
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| If I’m left to decide the company I choose
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| The company I choose is solidly singular
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| Totally trustworthy, straight and sincere
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| Polished, experienced, witty and charming
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| So why don’t you push off, this company’s my own
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| Oh, boys will you drink to me now
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| Here on the hill, half way up, half way down
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| Oh, boys will you drink to me now
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| Here on the hill, half way up, half way down
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| Oh for the company, dream of the company
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| Live for the company until I die
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| Oh for the company, dream of the company
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| Drink to the company until we die
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| Until we die
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| Until we die |