Boy with no name, he was only 18
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Never lughed to much
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Hated the monarchy
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Yes he hated the queen
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Real antisocial and he acted real mean
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Was he in a dream?
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Dowsing her lights was in
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In his dreams
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Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
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Rumpa, rumpa
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Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
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Rumpa, rumpa
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So full of hate and full of fury
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To tell you a story
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You would say
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He was a one man jury
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Catalogue of anger posted through your door
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Your door, your door, your door
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A chance would come to even the score
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Stole a gun and he stole a car
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Oh boy, oh boy
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With a pretty doll he would go far
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Down to london where the bright lights are
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Lights are, lights are, lights are
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And i say
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The mission his decision
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He took out the gun
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On that fateful day
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The winds blew cold , the sky turned grey
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He pointed the gun
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And then he pulled the trigger
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The message that he would now deliver
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Live Fast Die Young
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| Devotchkas |
