| Now I don’t know that your tie is straight
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| Your words are crooked and you’re gonna pay
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| In ten years time they’re gonna say
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| That this was the moment when you threw it away
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| And it’s all wrong, handbags at dawn
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| And turn the radio off to hear a song
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| Oh please don’t give up
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| You have a voice, don’t lose it
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| You have a choice, so choose it
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| You have a brain, so use it
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| The time has come to
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| Peace the fuck out
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| Now I don’t know what you’re talking about
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| There’s too much shit pouring out of your mouth
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| The time is up, the secret’s out
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| The truth’s gonna catch when you going south
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| But it’s all wrong, handbags at dawn
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| And turn the radio off to hear a song
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| Oh please don’t give up
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| You have a voice, so use it
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| Yeah but it’s all wrong, handbags at dawn
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| And turn the radio off to hear a song
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| Oh please don’t give up
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| You have a voice, don’t lose it
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| You have a choice, so choose it
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| You have a brain, so use it
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| The time has come to
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| Peace the fuck out
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| Peace the fuck out
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| Peace the fuck out
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| Peace the fuck out
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| Peace the fuck out
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| Peace the fuck out
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| Peace the fuck out
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| Peace the fuck out |