| Hello, and welcome to the show
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| Its twenty for a ticket here
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| But tonight its gonna blow!
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| You heard them saying so
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| And everybody’s there you know
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| So you just have to go
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| And phone the number on the show
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| You heard up on the radio
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| Got your ticket, pills and smoke
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| A little bit of both
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| And all the other kids’ll choke, man they’ll wanna see
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| It’s gonna be the Best of partys
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| Raver party, Mosher party, Posher party
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| Dirty Party, Warehouse Party
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| Any kind a party, is the same old party
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| Sold, and standing in the cold, and spending half an hour in that queue
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| What’s a boy to think? |
| I really need a drink
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| But waiting at the bar takes an hour too
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| Let me through
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| In here
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| A fiver for a beer
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| A system you can hardly hear
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| And these pills are mongy too
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| You’re coming up too soon
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| It’s pressing at your stomach now, but there’s a long line at that loo
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| You’re feeling like you need a little time to chill out
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| So sit down baby
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| Now everything is spinning out in front of your eyes
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| You’ve realised
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| Its all for sale
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| Welcome to the commercials yo
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| A receipt and a guarantee
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| Is this the place we longed to be?
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| Sale of the century
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| Breath deeper
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| BREATH
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| Breath harder
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| Its all for sale
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| And we hope that you all enjoy
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| For twelve weeks boy
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| The city is theirs
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| And so, come join us at the show
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| Its twenty for a ticket here
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| But tonight its gonna blow!
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| Just look around the room
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| Its full of people just like you
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| Listen up
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| Can you hear it too?
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| Its ringing all around
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| The muffled and pathetic sound
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| Of the product they supply
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| The flyer is a lie
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| Their registers are jingling with a dream we tried to buy
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| You’re feeling like you need a little time to chill out
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| So sit down baby
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| It feel a little better when you close up both eyes
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| And ride on this high
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| Oh, and think about just how good it could be
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| Excuse me while I take little time to chill out
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| Oh, the people dance holding hands to the beat
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| Just make-up, Don’t wake-up me if I’m having a dream
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| One nation, one world together like peaches and cream
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| Excuse me while I take a little time to chill out
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| Well all I want is just a little time to chill out
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| Just chill out baby
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| But now he’s telling you that sleeping gets you thrown out
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| He’s pushing from behind
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| Now everything is spinning out in front of your eyes
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| You’ve realised
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| Its all for sale
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| Welcome to the commercials yo
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| A receipt and a guarantee
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| Is this the place we longed to be?
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| Sale of the century
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| Breath deeper
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| BREATH
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| Breath harder
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| Its all for sale
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| And we hope that you all enjoy
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| For twelve weeks boy
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| The city is theirs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song For 12 Weeks, The City Is Theirs , by - Sonic Boom Six. Song from the album Arcade Perfect, in the genre Панк