| She got a 2 year old in nursery
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| And then lately got the sack
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| She gets a phone call from her mother
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| And she takes a little flak
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| Cause she earns all her money now
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| By lying on her back
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| Yet it’s just an even change she needs
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| A lucky break she lacks
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| She’s searchin'
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| High&low
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| For something to believe in
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| And for sure
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| She knows she’s has enough of dreaming
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| If she got the start
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| She’s certain she could do it
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| Cause it seemed complicated
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| But there’s really nothing to it
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| He works from home everything evening
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| Baby laxative & scales
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| And he’s make a bloody fortune
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| If he just stays out of jail
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| Got a network of runners
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| And a friend who’ll stand his bail
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| Yet he’s give up in a minute
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| If he has a real career
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| They’re twoccing cars for excitement
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| Tearing up council estates
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| They’re painting walls and doors of businesses
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| With messages of hate
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| Hanging round street corners till' late
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| Cause they see no exit, no way out
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| There’s no way to escape |