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He's a dirty old man |
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And a dirty old man |
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He's a dirty old man |
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And a friend of mine |
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What?He's a dirty old man |
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And a dirty old man |
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He's a dirty old man |
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And a friend of mine |
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I'm a dirty old man, the mean streets are home |
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My life is cold, |
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I'll chill you to the bone |
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Heart of stone, have a care |
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I carry traces of death in my hair |
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You know my breath stinks, |
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I leave shit everywhere |
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So be aware |
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I'm unfeeling |
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Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature |
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You better wait, you're misinformed |
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Ain't nothing warm about me |
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Cold and gray, concrete clay and steel |
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And what else is real? |
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I mean the actual deal |
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People seem to love living under my hair |
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Some of them call me |
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London I'm also known as |
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New YorkAnywhere in the world you find me, |
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I talk the same bad talk |
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Walk the same walk from side to side |
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You're transparent to me there ain't a thing you can hide |
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Derive glamor from the stamina it takes to survive |
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You think |
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I didn't know it's all over your face like a rat |
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Now give me your cash and go before your heart break |
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You're living under my wing and all you got |
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I'm gonna take |
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I'm a dirty old man |
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He's a dirty old man |
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And a dirty old man |
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He's a dirty old man |
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And a friend of mine |
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He's a dirty old man |
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And a dirty old man |
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He's a dirty old man |
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And a friend of mine |
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Huh, I'm a rough old man beyond heartache |
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To improve my mood |
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I could use an earthquake |
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I sit awake for my people to release the pain |
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So I can know peace again in my skin |
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Sin, deceit and mistrust soaked in, huh |
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I think I might just bust open, drops of woe |
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The streets flow with tears |
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I fall down all around your ears |
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If I could, if |
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I was made of wood, start a fire, no lie |
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I can afford to smoke a sacred fire' |
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Cos I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet |
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My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret |
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So you're catching the rough edge of my tongue |
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I started young |
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I got teenagers carrying guns, |
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I hear you |
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Wanna hold me to blame but we're the same |
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So for me win society and feel the shame |
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I'm a rough old man |
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He's a dirty old man |
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And a dirty old man |
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He's a dirty old man |
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And a friend of mine |
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He's a dirty old man |
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And a dirty old man |
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He's a dirty old man |
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And a friend of mine |
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Oh, I'm a rough old man |
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This is who |
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I amHe's a dirty old man |
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And a dirty old man |
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He's a dirty old man |
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And a friend of mine |
