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Fat boys sweat over glossy queens, |
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Pouring love into their favourite magazines. |
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Too old! |
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Jealous cos we're free, |
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Cos we still have a dream to believe. |
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Don't want to be like them. |
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Too tired to care! |
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Don't want to be like them. |
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Fight for my share. |
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God forgives! |
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Men forget, |
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Forget who they are, |
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And where they're trying to get. |
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We stand defiant in their face. |
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To them we're just a wicked disgrace! |
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Don't want to be like them, |
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Trailing bad luck. |
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Don't want to be like them. |
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They're just a greasy whore's fuck! |
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Gunning for glory! |
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On the path to war! |
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Gunning for glory! |
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Take it all! |
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A fireball lights up the night. |
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Live in misery or fight! |
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Show no weakness! |
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Stand your ground! |
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Bastards! |
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Glory bound! |
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Glory bound! |
