| we’ve been told what to do
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| I didn’t realise either mate, I’m with you
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| I’ve been following white lines all my life
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| Touché Turtle, jump the castle, avoid the disco dancers
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| No hassle, doing beak like that with a kid at your mums
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| Paramedics, you shoulda thought about that one
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| Heart stopper, boom clear
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| What happened to Richard, all I can see is gear
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| Breathless, incinerate, processed cheese
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| Become what you hate, become what we are
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| A series one with dreams to reach a series four
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| Drive, dive, six packs, drive, drive, white teeth, kit-kat
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| Take the money and run, join the elite
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| You sold yourself to no-one
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| Pied piper, whiskey notes, the wonderwall fell down on you
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| A little ditty and it’s all gone wrong
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| I don’t expect the tools to sing along
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| A little ditty and it’s all gone wrong
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| A little ditty
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| A little ditty
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| I ain’t a threat, they leave me alone
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| You know when I worked there I got a bad feeling from a man
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| I can’t work with someone like that again, Sam
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| A little ditty and it’s all gone wrong
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| I don’t expect the kid to sing along
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| That band from the '80s that punk band what are they called
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| The Queen’s Park Rangers
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| Been around ages you tool
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| We’re all up in the top room of the pub
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| Getting heavy with the past that didn’t exist
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| You reshape to give celeb mates Shoreditch yarn
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| In the, have you been for a poo-poo barn
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| Gnarly coke death faces
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| Death, death, death, death, nine to a cubicle
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| Like squeezing, screwing-up faces
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| Last choke push the wheels of the next big thing
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| You scratch my back, I don’t scratch anything
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| Apart for my nads
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| Oy Mick I’m born to be bland
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| Jumped up in black leather
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| Flints, death, currywurst
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| Smashed, and in everything |