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Don't litter my streets |
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with your bad name |
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Don't tell the people |
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that we're the same. |
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You've got no hope for the future, |
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so stop looking or someone to blame. |
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It's about time you learned to laugh again |
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It's about time you learned to grin, |
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Cos just closing your eyes |
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at the things you despise, won't |
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get you out of the great big mess you're in. |
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So, shake it like a shaking thing |
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that you never had, |
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And try to make out life is good |
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when life is something bad. |
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Spin 'round like a spinning thing |
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that you've never seen, |
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cos the bes thing that you've got |
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in life, is your |
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EIGHT LEGGED GROOVE MACHINE... ahh grin. |
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It's about time you learned to laugh again |
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It's about time you learned to grin, |
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Oh the jokes run fast, |
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but the laughing stopped. |
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What a terrible mess we've gotten in. |
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Don't litter my streets with your bad name |
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Don't tell all my friends that we're the same |
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Cos you've never had fun |
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and your life has just begun |
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and you're walking around |
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thinking you're the only one |
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who's not got anyone left to blame. |