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We're |
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On our backs |
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Looking up at the stars |
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We |
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Have a laugh |
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Falling down |
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Scratching cars |
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Watch your backs |
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Hide the knives |
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I'm the fastest man alive |
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We make things out of sin |
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With blood and human skin |
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We never see the sights |
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We're out too late at night |
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We |
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Don't need you |
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We go out |
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By ourselves |
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We catch the bus |
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Into town |
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Into hell |
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Break your heart |
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Break your face |
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Not that much to look at anyway |
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We make things out of dust |
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So we can smash them up |
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We never see the sights |
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We're out too late at night |
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Now you know what my lips think |
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I'll write on your arms |
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Make the words look like pictures |
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And that's just the start |
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Of it all |
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WE'VE GOT CLASS |
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WE'VE GOT STYLE |
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We're on our backs |
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Looking up at the stars |
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We have a laugh falling down |
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Scratching cars |
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Watch your backs |
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Hide the knives |
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I'm the fastest man alive |
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We make things out of sin |
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With blood and human skin |
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We never see the sights |
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We're out too late at night |
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So we can smash them up |
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Da da da da da da |
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WE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT CLASS |
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WE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT CLASS |
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WE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT CLASS |
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WE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT STYLE |
