| It’s Friday night I’m a skeleton
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| Shaking in the light of the Marathon
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| Sancho Panza wants to carry on
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| So he pulls me through the door
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| He wants a packet of this
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| A packet of that
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| A brand new tombstone heart attack
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| Now I’m not sure that I want that
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| But then he pull me to the floor:
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| Now you’re here it’s so good
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| I’m Einstein you’re Robin Hood
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| Now you’re here it’s so good
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| It’s clear so clear
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| This is my home lying in the street
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| This is my brain dripping on my feet
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| This is my home lying in the road
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| This is my brain you see explode
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| We move through the smooth black summer heat
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| Trying to talk when we can barely speak
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| And the mangled people in the street
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| Throw themselves in the air
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| The pale moonlight lit building sites
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| Round the tower block howling in the night
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| And 4/4 beats prowling round for fights
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| We wander without care
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| Now you’re here it’s so good
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| I’m Einstein you’re Robin Hood
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| Now you’re here it’s so good
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| It’s clear all clear
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| This is my home lying in the street
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| This is my brain drippin on my feet
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| This is my home lying in the road
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| This is my brain you see explode
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| Friday night; |
| skeleton
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| Shaking in the light; |
| Marathon
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| Sancho Panza carries on
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| So he pulls me to the door
|
| A packet of this
|
| A packet of that
|
| A brand new tombstone heart attack
|
| Now I’m not sure I want that
|
| But then he pulls me to the floor:
|
| Now you’re here it’s all good
|
| I’m Einstein you’re Robin Hood
|
| Now you’re here it’s all good
|
| It’s clear so clear
|
| This is my home lying in the street
|
| This is my brain dripping on my feet
|
| This is my home lying in the road
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| This is my brain you see explode… |