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No Christmas for John Quays
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Come on get a bit of fucking guts into it
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What what
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Well the powders reach you
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And the powders teach you
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But when you find they can't reach you
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There is no Christmas for junky
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He thinks he is
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More interesting
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Than the world
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Ah but buying fags
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Puts him in a whirl
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I'll have a packet of three-five fives
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Will you fucking put the monitors on for Christ's sake?
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I'll have a packet of three-five fives
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I'll have 20 of those over there
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I'll have 20 No.6 for a headache
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And I've had enough right there, stop
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(Why is this)
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Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
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He spits in the sky
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It falls in his eye
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And then he gets to sitting
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Talking to his kitten
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Talking about Frankie Lymon
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Tell me why is it so?
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Tell me why is it so?
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Why did the sky break today?
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Why did this happen today?
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He goes out of his face with the Idle Race
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He goes out of the room with this tune
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Although the skins are thin
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He knows its up to him
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To go out or stay in
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I'll stay in
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I'll stay in
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Have a break
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You
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Me
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X-Mas
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X-Mas
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Well the powders reach you
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And the powders teach you
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But when you find they can't reach you
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There is no Christmas for junky
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There is no girls
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There is no curls
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Just the traffic passing by
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Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
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Open the room, there's a cloud of smoke
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Will you fucking get it together instead of showing off?
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Give me one
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Give me B
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Give me three
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Give me D
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No X-mas for John Quays
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NO XMAS FOR JOHN QUAYS
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| The Fall |
