| Oh, where I come from
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| I just don't confirm
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| Get me out of here
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| Leave the boredom behind
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| Wanna see those bright lights
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| Get this thing in gear, yeah
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| So we'll ride in my car
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| Follow the star
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| Drive on into town
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| With the stereo loud
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| Take the Great West Road out
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| Might think I went there down, down
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| You get your boots on
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| You get your boots on
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| And all boys and girls sing
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| (Na na na na)
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| Straight out of West London
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| (Na na na na)
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| Just like a loaded gun
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| (Na na na na)
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| The cognoscenti don't like us
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| Don't like us
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| (Na na na na)
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| We'll hit the strip tonight
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| (Na na na na )
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| Your eyes are burning so bright
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| (Na na na na)
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| Can't you feel the blood rush, baby
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| Tied up too tight
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| And tell me can you feel it
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| Feel the city breathing
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| Feel its beating heart
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| No superstition
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| Just cold ambition
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| It's time to make a mark, oh
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| You get your boots on
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| You get your boots on
|
| And all boys and girls sing
|
| (Na na na na)
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| Straight out of West London
|
| (Na na na na)
|
| Just like a loaded gun
|
| (Na na na na)
|
| The cognoscenti don't like us
|
| Don't like us
|
| (Na na na na)
|
| We'll hit the strip tonight
|
| (Na na na na)
|
| Your eyes are burning so bright
|
| (Na na na na)
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| Can't you feel the blood rush, baby
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| Tied up too tight
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| Tied up too tight
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| Tied up too tight, tight
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| Say somethin'
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| You put your boots on
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| You gotta move on
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| And all boys and girls sing
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| (Na na na na)
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| Straight out of West London
|
| (Na na na na)
|
| Just like a loaded gun
|
| (Na na na na)
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| The cognoscenti, they don't like us
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| They don't like us
|
| (Na na na na)
|
| We'll hit the strip tonight
|
| (Na na na na)
|
| Your eyes are burning so bright
|
| (Na na na na)
|
| Can't you feel the blood rush, baby
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| Tied up too tight
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| Tied up too tight
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| Tied up too tight
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| Tied up too tight
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| Tied up too tight |