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What a waster, what a fucking waster |
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You pissed it all up the wall |
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Round the corner where they chased her |
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There's tears coming out from everywhere |
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The city's hard, the city's fair |
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Get back inside you've got nothing on |
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No you mind you're bleedin' own you two bob cunt |
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When she wakes up in the morning |
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She writes down all her dreams |
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Reads like the book of revelations |
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Or the Beano or the unabridged |
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UlyssesOh, |
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I really wanna know |
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So tell me, where does all the money go |
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Where does all the money go |
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Straight, straight up her nose |
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And I never really liked it any way |
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So much preferred it the other way, yeah |
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What a divvy, what a fucking div |
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Talking like a moron, walking like a spiv |
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I was laying in bed paying my rent |
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Knocking on the door for something |
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That she lent her brother |
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Meanwhile from under the covers she says |
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Save me from tomorrow now |
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Save me from tomorrow now, oh no, oh no not me |
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And I never really liked it any way |
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So much preferred it the other way, yeah |
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Never really liked it any way |
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So much preferred it the other way, yeah |
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What a waster, what a fucking waster |
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You pissed it all up the wall |
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Round the corner where they chased her |
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There's tears coming out from everywhere |
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The city's hard the city's fair |
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Get back inside you've got nothing on |
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No you mind you're bleedin' own you two bob cunt |
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What a waster, what a fucking waster |
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You pissed it all up the wall |
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Round the corner where they chased her |
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There's tears coming out from everywhere |
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The city's hard, the city's fair |
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Get back inside you've got nothing on |
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No you mind you're bleedin' own you two bob cunt |
