| I got rules and I break 'em
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| Got laws, I don’t make 'em
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| I got chance
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| And I don’t know what I’m doing
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| 'Cos I got rules so I break 'em
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| I got friends, I don’t make 'em
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| And I think of what I’m doing then don’t want to do it anymore
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| It’s all denial, you run a mile
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| Ya got things to do
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| But it don’t get far and you won’t fit that shoe
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, I know
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| I got rules, I don’t break them
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| I got friends, I can’t make them
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| And on stage, you can’t fake them
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| I got drugs, I don’t take them
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| Ambition is a weird thing, it’s always out of sight
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| It’s like walking through fog at night
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| It’s always out of reach
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| That’s a thing you can’t teach
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| Fog is always out of reach
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| I’ve got ambition, it’s like the fog at night
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| It’s always just out of reach and that’s a thing you can’t teach
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| Like the fog at night it’s just out of your reach
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| But always in your sight
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| And what I do is not life and death
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| By Sunday I’ve got nothing left
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| And what I do is not life and death
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| By Sunday I’ve got nothing left
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| I’ve got ambition
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| Sunday morning with your Sunday papers
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| Have your Sunday dinner with your kids and your second wife
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| It’s Sunday morning, read your Sunday papers
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| With your Christmas slippers on and 50 colour supplements
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| (I've got ambition)
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| Sun, sun, shine on me
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| Sun, sun, shine on me
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| Sun, sun, shine on me
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| Sun, sun, shine on me |