| Everybody knows, dream, dream, dream
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| You lonely little tit in ya dung the steam
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| Messes all the words what d’you say
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| I couldn’t give a toss about ya god like mate
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| The windy little alleys in the London town
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| The circle that you keep well, you can keep 'em man
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| Everybody knows, dream, dream, dream
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| You lonely little tit in ya dung the steam
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| Everybody knows dream, dream, dream
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| Coffee after coffee in my shit work team
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| Giving out a penny I spend a penny man
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| I hate the cynicism with the baked beans and
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| The way you get a cold response vipers get
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| Egged up in the nest and no-one gives a shit
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| Everybody knows, dream, dream, dream
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| You lonely little tit in ya dung the steam
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| In the canteen when it drips and dross
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| I got the Dr Martens and I’m Matt from Bros
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| I snake it, I snake it, I snake it, I snake it
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| I couldn’t give a toss about you
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| Everybody knows, dream, dream, dream
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| You lonely little tit in ya dung the steam
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| I snake it, I snake it, I snake it, I snake it
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| I snake it, I snake it, I snake it, I snake it |
| I snake it, I snake it, I snake it, I snake it
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| I snake it, I snake it, I snake it, I snake it |