| We met when we were at school
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| Never took no shit from no one, we weren’t fools
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| The teacher says we’re dumb, we’re only havin' fun
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| You know we piss on everyone in the classroom
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| When we got thrown out I left without much fuss
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| And weekends we’d go dancin' down Streatham on the bus
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| You always made me laugh, got me in bad fights
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| Play me pool all night, smokin' menthols
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| I practiced daily in my room
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| You were down at Crown plannin' your next move
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| Go on a nickin' spree, hit the wrong guy
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| Each of you get three years in Brixton
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| I did my very best to write
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| How was Butlins? |
| Were the screws too tight?
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| When you lot get out were gonna hit the town
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| We’ll burn it fucking down to a cinder
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| 'Cause years have passed and things have changed
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| And I move anyway I want to go
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| And I’ll never forget the feelin' I got
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| When I heard that you’d got home
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| And I’ll never forget the smile on my face
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| 'Cause I knew where you would be
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| And if you’re in the Crown tonight have a drink on me
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| But go easy
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| Step lightly, yeah
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| Stay free |