| I was dragged here, from my old place
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| Turned from my old gang, given a new face
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| My old man loved it, he had his garden
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| He had his pompadours but, my reputation’s gone
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| Flats, over the flats, over the flats, over the flats
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| I miss my friend called Pete, he always looked so neat
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| He had those dancin' feet, how will we ever meet
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| Flats, over the flats, over the flats, over the flats
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| The chicks I used to know, will never see me grow
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| Will never grasp my hand, when I’m a fighting man
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| Flats, over the flats, over the flats, over the flats
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| Here no-one knows my name, people all look the same
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| I walk unnoticed steps, they don’t know my rep
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| Flats, over the flats, over the flats, over the flats
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| Well I was born to move, with fire in my shoes
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| I’m an unnoticed boy, just future’s toy
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| Over flats, over the flats, over the flats, over the flats
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| Over flats, over the flats, over the flats, over the flats
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| I’m just gone |