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Clapton |
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Oo - wee! ain't life grand? |
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They give you a dollar, |
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Then snatch it back out of your hand, |
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They rip you off for working, |
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And they damn you if you don't, |
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The only way you're gonna get out of this, |
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Is to tell 'em that you won't. |
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CHORUS: |
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High Society - |
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Look what you're doing to me - |
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High Society. |
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Oh,oh the taxman, |
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Won't believe me that I'm broke, |
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But even if I could pay up, |
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He'd still take me for a joke. |
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High Society - |
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Look what you're doing to me - |
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High Society. |
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Now everything I've said here, |
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Is really just a joke, |
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But maybe that's because a policeman, |
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Has got me by the throat. |