| Hand in glove
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| The sun shines out of our behinds
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| No, it’s not like any other love
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| This one is different — because it’s us Hand in glove
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| We can go wherever we please
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| And everything depends upon
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| How near you stand to me And if the people stare
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| Then the people stare
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| Oh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care
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| Kiss My Shades
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| Hand in glove
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| The Good People laugh
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| Yes, we may be hidden by rags
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| But we’ve something they’ll never have
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| Hand in glove
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| The sun shines out of our behinds
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| Yes, we may be hidden by rags
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| But we’ve something they’ll never have
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| And if the people stare
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| Then the people stare
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| Oh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care
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| Kiss My Shades … oh …
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| So, hand in glove I stake my claim
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| I’ll fight to the last breath
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| If they dare touch a hair on your head
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| I’ll fight to the last breath
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| For the Good Life is out there somewhere
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| So stay on my arm, you little charmer
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| But I know my luck too well
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| Yes, I know my luck too well
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| And I’ll probably never see you again
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| I’ll probably never see you again
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| I’ll probably never see you again
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| Oh … |