| Don’t litter my streets
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| With your bad name
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| Don’t tell the people
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| That we’re the same
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| You’ve got no hope for the future
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| So stop looking or someone to blame
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| It’s about time you learned to laugh again
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| It’s about time you learned to grin
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| Cos just closing your eyes
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| At the things you despise, won’t
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| Get you out of the great big mess you’re in
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| So, shake it like a shaking thing
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| That you never had
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| And try to make out life is good
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| When life is something bad
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| Spin 'round like a spinning thing
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| That you’ve never seen
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| Cos the bes thing that you’ve got
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| In life, is your
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| EIGHT LEGGED GROOVE MACHINE… ahh grin
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| It’s about time you learned to laugh again
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| It’s about time you learned to grin
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| Oh the jokes run fast
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| But the laughing stopped
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| What a terrible mess we’ve gotten in
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| Don’t litter my streets with your bad name
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| Don’t tell all my friends that we’re the same
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| Cos you’ve never had fun
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| And your life has just begun
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| And you’re walking around
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| Thinking you’re the only one
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| Who’s not got anyone left to blame |