| Well same old Bobby, same old beat
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| Well yeah they got nothing on me
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| The same old cars, same old streets
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| But yeah they got nothing on me
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| And easy come and easy go
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| Well yeah I’m sure I told you so
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| Well they just want you for your dough
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| Man I’m sure I told you so
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| And while your dead-end job
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| Has been eating away your life
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| You feel little inside
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| The trouble and strife
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| And now you spend your evenings
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| Searching for another life
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| And yeah I think, mate
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| I think you’ve got them in your sights
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| Well, easy easy
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| There’s no need to take that tone
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| Well easy
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| I’m on the telephone
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| Man just leave us alone
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| Ow no I should’ve kept my receipt
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| Cause the sandwich I bought
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| Yeah it’s been off for a week
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| And 'low Tesco’s stealing my money
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| When positivity seems hard to reach
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| I keep my head down and my mouth shut
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| Cause if you’re going through hell
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| You just keep going
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| You’re easy, so easy
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| You’re easy
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| Man just leave us alone
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| I’ll be one minute on the phone |