Sheila
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Sheila goes out with her mate Stella,
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It gets poured all over her fella,
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Cos she says, man he ain't no better
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Than the next man kicking up fuss
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Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
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Screams calling London,
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None of us heard her coming,
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I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
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(Oh when my love, my darling,
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You've left me here alone,
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I'll walk the streets of London
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Which once seemed all our own.
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The vast suburban churches
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Together we have found:
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The ones which smelt of gaslight
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The ones in incense drown'd)
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Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
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any time she sing a song, the other girls sing along
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and tell all the fellas that that lady is single
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a fickle way to tickle on my young man's tingle
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She's up for doing what she like any day more like the night
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she ground drunk the soles that she stole/brought/borrowed
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She didn't like fights, but at the same time understood that
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fellas will be fellas till the end of time
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(good heavens you boys, blue-blooded murder of the english tongue)
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Jack had a gang that he called the many grams,
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he was known as smack jack the cracker man
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in life he was dealt some shit hands
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but the boys got the back now
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and jay went the same way as mickey and Dan
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dependant mans upon the heroin
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and my Lisa had a baby with Sam,
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and now jack's on his own man,
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well done jack, glug down that cider,
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you're right she's a slut and you never fucking liked her
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not like what he stopped so shocked
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cos it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper
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tough little big man friends with your daughters
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only cos they drive him to pick up all his quarters
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brawler, larger lout rawness
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alter the forth from their three
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but they ain't near the border
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two young guns are by your hell fire corner
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always need a favour, they never took a order,
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behave young scally wag, a fine young Galahad
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glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags,
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hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tag
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slag better understand he came for the glamour
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but this town's original superficial the issue
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for one dear jack, there's 35 doppelgangers
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Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
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It gets poured all over her fella,
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Cos she says, man he aint no better
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Than the next man kicking up fuss
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Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
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Screams calling london,
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None of us heard her coming,
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I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
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(its over man, its over) (get out, GET OUT)
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So this a short story bout the girl Georgina
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never seen a worse, clean young mess
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under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya,
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with love, god bless, we lay her body to rest,
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now it all dear started with daddy's alcoholic
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light weights chinking down, numbing his brain,
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and the doctor said he couldn't get the heart dear started
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now beat up, drugged up she feeling the strain
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she says in a rut what the fuck am I s'pose to do
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suck it up start stop keep running through,
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true but you try ain't easy to do,
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she been buckle belt beaten from the back like a brat,
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dunno where she going but she know where she at,
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so Georgie its time to chain react,
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but the truth is you know she probably fall back,
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tears stream down her face,
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she screamed away,
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when i fall, no one catch me
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alone lonely, I'll overdose slowly
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get scared, I'll scream and shout
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but you know it wont matter she'll be passing out
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i say giggidibigidiup just another day
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another sad story, that's tragedy,
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paramedic announced death at 10.30
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rip it up kick it to spit up the views
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Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
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It gets poured all over her fella,
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Cos she says, man he aint no better
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Than the next man kicking up fuss
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Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
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Screams calling london,
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None of us heard her coming,
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I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
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Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
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It gets poured all over her fella,
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Cos she says, man he aint no better
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Than the next man kicking up fuss
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Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
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Screams calling London (LONDON!)
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None of us heard her coming,
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I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
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Sheila
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