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I was walking through, to my days |
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Street I didn't know |
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So similar to nothing |
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So sleek, it was too hold |
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I walked into a village |
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So deep, I didn't know |
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Such a sneaky, peeky distance |
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Sleek, it was too hold |
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Be da ba da be pa |
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Na ba be pa ba da be pa |
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I didn't keep nothing |
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Just a cigarette to go |
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These things they mean no nothing |
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No nothing, me at all |
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These things they mean nothing to me |
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be ba na ba be bow |
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Na ba be ba bada be bow |
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Not now |
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du du du du be bow na now be bow |
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Na na be bow da da be bow |
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Not now |
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You can walk into the village |
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So deep, you never thought |
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So similar to nothing |
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Sleek, and worth to hold |
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I will keep an eye on you, dear |
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And take a cigratte to go |
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I light it up for you dear |
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And then, off it goes |
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be ba na ba be bow |
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Na ba be ba bada be bow |
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Not now |
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du du du du be bow na now be bow |
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Na na be bow da da be bow |
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Not now |
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Things don't mean nothing to me |
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No No No, No no no |
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Nothing to me |
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No No No, No No No |
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Nothing to me |