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Ev'rywhere 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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But a-what can a poor boy do |
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'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band |
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'Cause in sleepy London town |
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There's just no place for a street fighting man, no |
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Hey, think the time is right for a palace revolution |
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'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution |
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Well then what can a poor boy do |
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'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band |
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'Cause in sleepy London town |
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There's no place for a street fighting man, no |
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Get down! |
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Hey, said 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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And then what can a poor boy do |
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'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band |
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'Cause in sleepy London town |
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There's no place for a street fighting man, no |
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Get down! |
