| I think I’m in love
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| All fleet footed and fancy free
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| I’ve grown up tough
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| But all the losers seem to worship me
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| I don’t belong here in your garden
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| I should be up there on your throne
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| To smash the system, smash the system
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| Smash the system, smash the system
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| I know I should play our game
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| But I don’t deal with crooks
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| I’ll tell you lies, smash the system
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| And then burn the books
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| I don’t belong here in your garden
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| I should be up there on your throne
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| Smash the system, smash the system
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| Smash the system
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| Smash the system, smash the system
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| Smash the system
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| I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to say goodbye
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| I know I should play our game
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| But I don’t deal with crooks
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| I’ll tell you lies, smash the system
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| And then burn the books
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| If this is love why then is it that we can’t agree?
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| You’re not so tough
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| And all the losers still believe in me
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| I don’t belong here in your garden
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| I should be up there on your throne
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| I don’t belong here in your garden
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| I should be up there on your throne
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| Smash the system
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| Smash the system
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| Smash the system
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| Smash the system
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| Smash the system
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| Smash the system |