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When you're on your own |
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And you've got them twisting bones |
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And a red hot poker burning in your ear |
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You think you've had it but you ain't nowhere near |
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You think you've had it but you're nowhere near |
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Oh, black mambo, gonna knock you down to the ground |
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Oh, black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run |
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Don't let the children catch you |
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Don't let all the children catch you |
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Gonna knock you down |
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With the liquour and love |
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Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run |
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Don't let them catch you out here on the streets because you've got no soul |
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Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run |
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Don't let the children catch you |
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Don't let all the children catch you |