Last night these two bouncers
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And one of em's alright
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The other one's the scary one
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His way or no way, totalitarian
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He's got no time for you
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Looking or breathing
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How he dosen¡¯t want you to
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So step out the queue
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He makes examples of you
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And there's nowt you can say
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Behind they go through to the bit where you pay
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And you realize then that it's finally the time
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To walk back past ten thousand eyes in the line
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And you can swap jumpers and make another move
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Instilled in your brain you've got something to prove
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To all the smirking faces and the boys in black
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Why can't they be pleasant?
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Why can't they have a laugh?
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He's got his hand in your chest
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He wants to give you a duff
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Well secretly I think they want it all to kick off
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They want, arms flying everywhere and
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Bottles as well it's just
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Something to talk about
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A story to tell you
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Well I'm so glad they turned us all away we'll put it down to fate
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I thought a thousand million things that I could never think this morning
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Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?
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This town's a different town today
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This town's a different town to what it was last night
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You couldn't have done that on a Sunday
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That girl's a different girl today
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That girl's a different girl to her you kissed last night
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You couldn't have done that on a Sunday
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Last night what we talked about
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It made so much sense
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But now the haze has ascended
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It don't make no sense anymore
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From The Ritz To The Rubble
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