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white shirt |
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wrap-around black shades |
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chauffeur from outta town |
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i don't need to put you down |
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fake gold rings and tattoos |
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were hot red and were still sore |
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i'm working class not poor |
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he's too scared to say the things |
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he's feeling deep inside |
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he calls it cockney pride |
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i wanna come inside your life |
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oh you're so mean |
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i wanna come inside your life |
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oh you're so mean |
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i wanna come inside your life |
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oh you're so mean |
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borstal sex never bothered you |
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evel knievel sniffing glue |
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it's what you wanted to do |
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as for me i'm doing fine |
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in the gutter with halliwell |
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it's time to kiss and tell |
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sell my story, sell my soul |
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to a dickhead from the star-4 |
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who remembers eddie shah? |
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i wanna come inside your life |
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oh you're so mean |
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i wanna come inside your life |
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oh you're so mean |
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i wanna come inside your life |
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oh you're so mean |