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The crown is off the one ahead of you |
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You down and out and side step through |
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Been pounding out the crowded streets |
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Ten o'clock in the morning |
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The streeTs rising up |
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Your head is ringing |
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And everything |
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Gonna claim, gonna name, gonna shout it out |
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Could leave me out again |
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Gonna call, gonna call, gonna sound it out |
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Something's really here |
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You've got a world to tell in the tower |
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It's 'round about, the cryer's calling out |
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To warn against the things we want |
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In the tower, its round and round |
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And round and round |
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Well, you wonder |
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How I once used to be |
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It's like your brother said |
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It's only head |
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Gonna claim, gonna name, gonna shout it out |
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It's here, it's here, it's here |
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Gonna call, gonna call, gonna sound it out |
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Something's really here |
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Something's really here |
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The crown is off the one ahead of you |
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You down and out and side step through |
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Been pounding out the crowded streets |
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Ten o'clock in the morning |
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The heat's rising up |
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Your head is ringing |
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And everything |
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Gonna claim, gonna name, gonna shout it out |
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Could leave me out again |
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Gonna call, gonna call, gonna sound it out |
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Something's really here |
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Gonna claim, gonna name, gonna shout it out |
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Could leave me out again |
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Gonna call, gonna call, gonna sound it out |
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Something's really here |
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Something's really here |
