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I shout this, |
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You shout that, |
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The clouds are coming over looking awful black. |
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It's all hot air. |
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You say go, |
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I say stay, |
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Clear blue sky goes Sheffield grey. |
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It's all hot air. |
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I've grown immune to your claws, |
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Pussycat, I know... |
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All your threats are tissue tigers, |
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Crawling across the table to me. |
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All your threats are tissue tigers, |
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Ripping 'em up is easy for me now. |
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I shout this, |
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You shout that, |
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An eye for heart and a tit for a tat. |
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You easy tear. |
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Think your stripes, |
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Are yellow and black, |
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I can only see the yellow one down your back, |
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You easy tear. |
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I've grown immune to your claws, |
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Pussycat, I know... |
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All your threats are tissue tigers, |
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Crawling across the table to me. |
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All your threats are tissue tigers, |
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Ripping 'em up is easy for me now. |
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We argue all life long, |
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You'd swear that black was wrong, |
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Throw tantrums like Queen Kong, |
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I've trapped you in my song. |
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All your threats are tissue tigers, |
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Crawling across the table to me. |
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All your threats are tissue tigers, |
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Ripping 'em up is easy for me now. |