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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
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I tell you the town looked good |
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Walking lonely avenues |
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Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues |
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There's people in doing their thing |
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Gettin' all the mozzarella in |
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And the passing time and phassing moons |
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Words flying in cloudy rooms |
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Plastic bags, milk and eggs |
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The poor old crone's got aching legs |
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How I would love to speak |
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To everybody on the street |
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Just for once to break the rules |
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I know it would be so cool |
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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
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Come with me and be no good |
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Be a mad man on the street |
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Sing something out like reet petite |
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Let's hip-hop at traffic lights |
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Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright |
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Crossing all the great divides |
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Color, age and heavy vibes |
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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
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I tell you the town looked good |
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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
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Oh, let's go down to |
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Al Rashid's |
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All the Aussie lagers are on me |
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Now you've got the |
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Absinthe out |
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Your old mother, she wants a stout |
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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
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As I went it all looked good |
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Thought about my babies grown |
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Thought about going home |
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Thought about what's done is done |
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We're alive and that's the one |
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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
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Oh, let's go down to |
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Al Rashid's |
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All the Aussie lagers are on me |
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Now you've got the |
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Absinthe out |
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Your old mother, she wants a stout |
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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
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I tell you the town looked good |
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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
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From Willesden to |
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Cricklewood |
