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It's the end of the year |
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I have just settled here |
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It may not be much, but it's enough |
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Yet trouble has sprung from the pubs and the clubs |
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We'll see blood soon, when the night's through |
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Still you can have it all, there's a hole in the wall |
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Get some money and we'll show them |
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This is our territory, this patch belongs to me |
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Why don't they understand but I've got a plan? |
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So come take my hand |
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And sleep well tonight |
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Tomorrow we fight, oh, would you like it in town? |
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As the bass drums boom by |
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So leave this lay-by, I've this excuse for a town |
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Oh, now that everybody knows all about me |
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Oh, I've been rumbled, I've been sold |
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Born with plenty, you're left all empty |
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You can have it all, there's a hole in the wall |
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Get some dough out and and we'll show out |
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But still trouble comes from the pubs and the clubs |
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Why can't they understand but I've got a plan? |
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So come take my hand |
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And sleep well tonight |
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Tomorrow we fight, oh, would you like it in town? |
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As the bass drums boom by |
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We'll leave this lay-by, this excuse for a town |
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Oh, now that everybody knows all about me |
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Oh, I've been rumbled, I've been sold |
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Born with plenty, you're left all empty |
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Now sleep well tonight |
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Tomorrow we fight, oh, would you like it in town? |
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Oh, as the bass drums boom by |
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We'll leave this lay-by, this excuse for a town |
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Oh, now that everybody knows all about me |
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Oh, I've been rumbled, I've been sold |
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Born with plenty, you're left all empty |
