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Now don't look down, |
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'Cause you might just see what's in the middle. |
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The rumour has it you've been looking for me |
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but there ain't much left of me to see - here. |
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Now don't go down - no, no. |
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Put your face in the place of a beetle. |
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Your lip is about to shine |
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for a fee you'll be happy to be - mine. |
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Look at yourself, child! |
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You're the wife of a life on the street that will beat on your back |
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'till you wait on a track for a train in the rain |
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and it's coming fast. |
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Hooh-hooh, hooh-ooh, hooh-hooh, hooh, train. |
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(Yeah) |
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You go so fast. |
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It's a race for the place in the running. |
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And it won't take long 'till it brings you down - no |
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I'm just a wasting time, just a waste o' time, just a wasting time in the big town. |
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Look at yourself, child! |
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Hooh-hooh, hooh-ooh, hooh-hooh, hooh-hooh, |
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hooh-hooh, hooh, train. |
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Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm |
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Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm |
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Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm |
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Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm |
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Well, it's about a quarter to four |
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and I'm not really here no more |
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Sixteen and I've been low down |
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and now I've got a mess |
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And the back of your leg starts to drag down my, |
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Starts to drag down my scream. |
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Here it goes again. |
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Aha, oh, yeah yeah. |
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Look at yourself, girl. |
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Look at myself, boy. |
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Look at yourself, girl. Look at yourself, girl. |
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Look at yourself, world. Look at your... |
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Look at yourself, child! |
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You're the wife of a life on the street that will beat on your back |
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'till you wait on a track for a train in the rain |
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and it's coming fast. |
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Hooh-hooh, hooh-ooh, hooh-hooh, hooh-hooh, |
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hooh-hooh, hooh, train. |
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Hooh-hooh, hooh-ooh, hooh-hooh, hooh-ooh, |
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hooh-hooh, hooh, train. |
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You're the wife of a life on the street that will beat on your back |
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'till you wait on a track for a train in the rain |
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and it's coming fast. |