| it’s a very small world in the middle of a crowd
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| the room gets dark when the music gets loud
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| the rudies want to groove
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| but there’s no room to move 'cause the floor is packed tight
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| a voice shouts loud
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| «we'll never surrender»
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| a voice in the crowd
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| «we'll never surrender»
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| a hand in the air fight propaganda
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| never surrender, never surrender
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| skins in the corner staring at the bar
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| the room starts dancing to some heavy heavy ska
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| the room is so hot people dripping with sweat
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| the punks in the corner, screaming like
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| staring at the rude boys
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| staring at the rude boys
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| dancing with the rude boys
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| dancing with the rude boys
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| staring at the rude boys
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| a bunch of skins, marching on ten
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| while some stand there saluting the air (oi!)
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| they wanna be pirates but the sea is not calm
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| tattooed crossbows on their arm’s
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| the lights come alive in a blinding flash
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| the dance floor clears as the mutants clash
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| everybody leaves as the heavy’s arrive
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| someone hits the floor, someone takes a dive |