Picking up the story
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from where I left off
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it's 1990 now
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so school can fuck off
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I got no GCSEs
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nothing higher than a D
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I couldn't tell me mum
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because she'd batter me
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Me and ? sat on the bowling
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green life is a shitter
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We had five quid between us
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bought us six cans of bitter
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I took me ten Benson home
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and I smoked through the sorrow
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If I could just avoid me mum
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maybe I'll tell her tomorrow
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I stumbled through the door
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and said
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Mum it's like this
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She said
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That man's been on the phone
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and you've made the list
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You're in that boy band son
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come and giz a kiss
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Phoned up Martin and Rich
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and carried on getting pissed
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Boys I don't believe it
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I'm gonna be famous
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Pick you up in a Porsche
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and buy you lots of trainers
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I met the other guys
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one seemed like a cock
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I think it's gonna be like
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New Kids on The Block
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I can't be bothered
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cuz I'm lazy
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I hate those that hate me
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I can't forgive and
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it's crazy
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baby
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Now I'm a video star
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Do you know who you are
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baby
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I adopted four brothers
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some I liked more than others
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One was like a brother from
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another mother
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But the lead singer
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made it hard to like him
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And I still loved him
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to spite him
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The first three months
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you know I nearly quit
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I played snooker with me
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dad he said Don't be a dick
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Unload the bullets
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your mind is a gun
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You're gonna shoot yourself
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when they're number one
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I can't be bothered
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cuz I'm lazy
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I hate those that hate me
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I can't forgive and
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it's crazy
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baby
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Now I'm a video star
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Do you know who you are
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baby
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Now it's dinner with Versace
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lunch with Princess Diana
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And I'm gonna get battered
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if I go out with ?
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Because as much as
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we were loved
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we were also hated
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The boys got jealous
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cuz the girls got ?
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Now we're famous and that
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and we're dancing and that
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And I'm thinking I can't see
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Why am I stood at the back
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So fuck the band
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give me some ?
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now we're all a bag of nerves
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and not a band of brothers
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I can't be bothered
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cuz I'm lazy
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I hate those that hate me
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I can't forgive and
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it's crazy
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baby
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Now I'm a video star
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Do you know who you are
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baby
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And now it's breaking my heart
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because the dream's turned
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to shit It ain't
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broke but I'll break it
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in a little bit
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And I'm always in trouble
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but I've stopped saying sorry
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Everybody's worried What the
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fuck's wrong with Robbie
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He's not answering his phone
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he's not talking to me
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I saw him on the telly
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at Glastonbury
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And now I'm running away
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from everything that I've been
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And I'm pissed and I'm fucked
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and I'm only nineteen
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I can't perform no more
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I can't perform no more
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But the boys know I'm fucked
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and so they show me the door
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And if truth be told
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I wasn't fit enough to stay
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So I put me head down
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and walked away
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That was the 90's
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90 to 95
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I can't be bothered
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cuz I'm lazy
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I hate those that hate me
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I can't forgive and
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it's crazy
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baby
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Now I'm a video star
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Do you know who you are
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baby
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The 90`s
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| Robbie Williams (Helping Haiti) |
