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Coyne |
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You ask me to write a song |
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Saying how it really feels |
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To have a wife and a baby and a flatlet |
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And not enough money, money to eat |
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You're laughing with your friends |
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Always giggling with your friends |
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You're saying it's the end |
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I'm finished, I'm done, I'm driven round the bend |
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Chorus: I know what you're thinking |
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I know my brain is shrinking yeah |
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I really live round here (x3) |
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I'm not a millionaire and my patience is thin |
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You're laughing at my wife |
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Always laughing at my wife |
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Always beaming at my wife |
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And every time you do it, you're cutting like a knife |
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My children they're scared |
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They're truly truly scared |
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Frightened out of their wits |
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You scare them, you scare them to bits now |
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Chorus |
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Have mercy on me |
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I'm like you, can't you see |
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I'm just looking for a friend |
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Friendship, friendship, this is where it ends |
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I'm going away |
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To some fields far away |
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Build myself a country house |
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I'm living in the basement as frightened as a mouse, yeah |
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I know what you're thinking |
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I know my head is shrinking |
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I really live round here (x3) |
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I'm not a millionaire and my patience ?? |
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I really live round here (x3) |
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I'm not a millionaire and my patience ?? |
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Ah ah ah you're laughing |
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Ah ah ah always laughing |
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Ah ah ah laughing at me |
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Laughing at me (repeat) |
