| Wanky, little soul of mine — where was it that you slept last night?
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| Have you been treated as you always should be?
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| Did they offer you at least some tea?
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| Or did they enter you — your secret path — and did you stuff you didn’t like
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| that much?
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| Wanky, little soul of mine, sleep now baby it’s alright
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| Wandering in the street — smoking- sick — read my lip:
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| Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
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| Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
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| Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
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| Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
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| When I say so, I mean it — oh Lord, I do so
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| You wanted me gone, I’m still here though
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| From one year to the other, I’m trying things to understand
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| How come and they don’t get it — Don’t lay back! |
| Don’t shake your hands!
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| Waking up is all you can do, get prepared for what’s to come!
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| Little souls have no chance here, think about to man up!
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| Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
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| Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
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| Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!»
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| Someday, you’ll say: «It"s all ok, hang on!» |