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Time had come |
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When they had to leave |
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Their gold plated dreams behind |
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Decision was made to eliminate the middle man |
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From their side |
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Counting for reasons unknown to him |
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Their intentions were really good |
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But he took it to heart |
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And they stabbed him in the back |
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Guess he never understood |
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So three years on and his light came on |
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He decided to |
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Start cuttin up rough |
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Cuttin up rough |
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Too many fingers in too many pies |
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To free you from the job at hand |
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Empires built on false promises |
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Sinkin outta sight into the quicksand |
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Threw out a line and tried to drag him out |
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But he couldn't get it right you see |
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Surrounded himself like piggy in the middle |
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Couldn't see the wood for the trees |
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And now three years on when his light came on |
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He decided to |
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Start cuttin up rough |
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Tryin on the tough stuff |
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Well morning came round down in London town |
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Like the showdown at the OK Corral |
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He had all the ammunition |
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And made the decision |
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To upset the boys' morale |
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His mouthpiece was slick |
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And the lies were coming quick |
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But they stood together on shaky ground |
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He'll pay the cost cause he really lost |
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No thanks to him they'd still be around |
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And in three years from now, he may need 'em somehow |
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But they'll never never never ever stop |
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Cuttin up rough |
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Trying on the tough stuff |
