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Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy |
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'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy |
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Well what can a poor boy do except to sing for a Rock 'n' Roll band |
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'Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place for |
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A street fighting man, yeah |
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I say hey, and the time is right for a palace revolution |
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But where I live the game to play is compromise solution |
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Well, what can a poor boy do except to sing for a Rock 'n' Roll band |
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'Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place for |
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A street fighting man, no |
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I say hey, and my name is called Disturbance |
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I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants |
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Well what can a poor boy do except to sing for a Rock 'n' Roll band |
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'Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place for |
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A street fighting man, I know |
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I know, hey baby |
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I know, I know |
