| There’s better ways of making cash
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| Than waiting in parks and selling your arse
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| But I’m on the move and about to stay
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| Always old in a very young way
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| I’m a fool to myself when I think now
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| I believed in the why but didn’t know how
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| And now I don’t fit with no place to go
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| Only down in a comical show
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| All of the promises and all the dreams
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| Couldn’t put Humpty back on his feet
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| All the queens horses and all the queens guards
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| Couldn’t put money back in the yards
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| On the move and about to stay
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| Always old in a very young way
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| On the move and about to stay
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| Always old in a very young way
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| There’s better ways of losing your pride
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| Than waiting in queues for a cheque at a time
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| But I’ve been taught that it’s me whose the ponce
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| And I can only act as I’ve been taught to respond
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| But there’s better ways to make ends meet
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| Than shuffling through life dead on your feet
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| But here we are and there they stay
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| With their very small handouts in a very big way
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| On the move and about to stay
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| Always old in a very young way
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| On the move and about to stay
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| Always old in a very young way |