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Hanging out down by the lake |
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I've got a pocket full of dollars but it won't but change |
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Cracking a' for heavens sake |
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It won't send me any help cause I've forsaken my faith |
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For money and g-g-gold |
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Hanging out down by the lake |
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I can almost sense it's mothers heartache |
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Dusk seems a little drunk |
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A flat footed shuffle and its listless funk |
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As it blankets |
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The lake with g-g-gold |
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Like cinnamon, like silver |
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we never could have beaten the law |
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Pepper and coffee in our red red wine |
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All the shit that we fall for |
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It just sounds so much better |
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The stories and the colours make life worth living for. |
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Hanging around with my friends |
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I can be myself, no need to pretend |
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Cracking a smile at the corner of our mouths |
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A beautiful day in our home down south |
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Egoli |
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The city |
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Of g-g-gold |
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Like cinnamon, like silver |
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we never could have beaten the law |
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Pepper and coffee in our red red wine |
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All the shit that we fall for |
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Four leaf clovers and a rusted horseshoe |
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Superstitions galore |
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Santa clause and the holy lore |
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All the things a man adores |
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They just sound so much better |
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The stories and the colours make life worth living for. |
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Like cinnamon, like silver |
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we never could have beaten the law |
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Pepper and coffee in our red red wine |
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All the shit that we fall for |
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It just sounds so much better |
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The stories and the colours make life worth living for. |
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Hanging out down by the lake |