| Too many lovers, too many evils
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| Too many high class kinds of people
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| I’ve got soul, I’ve got loving
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| I know people who are just good for nothing
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| Too many soldiers with their backs against the wall
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| I’m as good as many and so much better than most
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| Too many people, oh so many
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| 'Cos they’ve got money, think they’ve got plenty
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| That’s not so, guess we all know
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| Think that every street is paved with gold
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| You know 'Mr Hobo' sleeps out in the road
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| He’s as good as many and so much better than most
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| It doesn’t really matter what you are
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| You could go nowhere or you could go far
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| 'Cos there’s no need to hide inside your shell
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| You’re what you are so try and be yourself-oh yeh
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| Jump back, baby jump back
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| Don’t look back, baby don’t look back
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| Jump back, baby jump back
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| Don’t look back, I said baby… |