| Something’s got a hold of me I don’t know what it is
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| I keep breaking the law
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| Something’s got a hold of me I don’t know what it is
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| The man in the glasses don’t think so
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| And so we kill time getting frayed
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| And rusty round the borders
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| Still life heaven made with women and wine
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| Kill time telling tales of life before disorder
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| It’s me that keeps talking it’s me that feels so fine
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| So fine, so fine, so fine, so fine
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| I feel so fine
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| So fine, so fine, so fine, so fine
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| Get the message from the warder, and let us all go
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| Something’s got a hold of me I don’t know what it is
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| I keep breaking the law
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| Something’s got a hold of me I don’t know what it is
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| The man in the white coat don’t think so
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| And so we move round in a trail that’s stickly out of order
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| Move round in a trail
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| We sing songs of getting laid that’s just around the corner
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| It’s me that keeps singing it’s me that sings so fine
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| So fine, so fine, so fine, so fine
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| I feel so fine
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| So fine, so fine, so fine, so fine
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| Warder, you lock me up, you take away my lady luck
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| And warder when my time is up I shall return my freedom cup |