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Everywhere I hear the sound |
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of marching, charging feet boy |
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'Cause the summer's here |
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and the time is right for |
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fighting in the street boy |
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Hey think the time is right |
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for a palace revolution |
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Where I live the game to play |
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is just to compromise my solution |
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What can a poor boy do |
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except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band |
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'Cause you see bein' London town |
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there's just no other place |
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for a street fighting man |
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Hey did I tell you that my name |
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was called disturbance |
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And I'll shout and scream |
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and I'll kill the king and |
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I'll rail at all his servants |
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What can a poor boy do |
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except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band |
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'Cause you see bein' London town |
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there's just no place |
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for a street fighting man |
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Everywhere I hear the sound |
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of marching, charging feet boy |
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'Cause the summer's here |
|
and the time is right for |
|
fighting in the street boy |
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What can a poor boy do |
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except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band |
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'Cause you see bein' London town |
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there's just no other place |
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for a street fighting man |
