| Don’t be scared no, no
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| We ain’t prepared no, no
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| Dreamt of ventures and
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| Woke up to the sound of the trenches you dig in my mind
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| Ah, you’ve got a lot to learn
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| What’s a kingdom
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| To the man who has sold off his soul just to claim it Sirens, harletts,
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| bohemians
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| Coloured haze of the street horizon
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| Ah, you’ve got a lot to learn
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| Oh, he’s got some time to burn
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| Don’t you know you got nothing to dread
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| Don’t you know you got nothing to dread
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| Don’t you know you got nothing dread
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| though you know you got a coffin to drag
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| A hit and run is just no fun
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| Lock up your fine sons my dear
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| The grave of love
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| We’d cuddle up
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| Drink summer beer
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| And then smoke tea
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| She’s like the devil to the moon
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| she’s howling, laughing, joking like a kingsnake crawling
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| And the herd and the masses, The rings and the turkey
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| The trimmings the trappings you know you’ve gotta have it all
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| Don’t you know you got nothing to dread
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| Don’t you know you got nothing to dread
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| Don’t you know you got nothing to fear
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| every girl’s got a secret to wear
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| You know you got nothing to dread
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| everyone’s got a secret to wear
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| You know you’ve got nothing to dread
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| every girl’s got a secret to bury
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| To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread
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| To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread |