| Backin' up stories what you talk, Earl’s Court
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| Nickname like the Kangaroo Valley
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| From top to the bottom of the under-walk
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| Where boys fuck girls that they never will marry
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| You’re happy as Larry to dill-dally
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| Dark alleys, back from the rallies
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| It’s bullshit they say that you got no talent
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| Well, pigs fuckin' fly and it ain’t about oil
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| And Fox News has always been fair and balanced
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| Do you ever feel like you want to go home?
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| Lost in the crowd and you feel alone
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| Do you ever feel like you want to go home?
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| Lost in the crowd and you feel alone
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| Dilly-dally past, you’re the last fast man
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| To charge any money on your mobile phone
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| And it’s all about this, understand, man
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| We’ll chat it like Dapper Dan 'cause Dan’s always talking
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| Dan chats black, Buddy Holly ain’t half of the money
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| Of the income that he makes down monthly
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| Through talkin' down on your mobile phone
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| While kiddie paints the town with the shilling, pence and pounds
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| It’s illegal to think that you ain’t fuckin' prone
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| To all of the bollocks that is chattin' all around ya
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| Sometimes it gets in your head
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| And you can’t get away from the feelin'
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| That you’re breakin' on the ground
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| Breakin' up no luck, stop like some fuck
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| Caught in a right rut, she looks like a right slut
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| You must lust, touch, 'cause you want so much
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| You look so shook, but you’re just man lovestruck
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| Do you ever feel like you want to go home?
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| Lost in the crowd and you feel alone
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| Do you ever feel like you want to go home?
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| Lost in the crowd and you feel alone
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| Do you ever feel like you want to go home?
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| Lost in the crowd and you feel alone
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| Do you ever feel like you want to go home?
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| Lost in the crowd and you feel alone |