I've got a flaming road to karma and a mobile phone
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Was raised by the radio in a broken home
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I've got a broken smile an arrogant line
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I'm really no one special but I'm in my prime
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I've got a hot body girlfriend
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I've got a wallet full of cash
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You can bury my body
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I'm just North London trash, trash
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I've got a flaming road to karma and I'll do it alone
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I grew up with the TV in a broken home
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I've got matches of the day, black converse
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I'm really no one special, but I've seen you do much worse
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I've got a hot body girlfriend
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She helps me spend my cash
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Then we roll on my floorboards
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Like nouveau North London trash
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If you don't unblock this rifle it'll blow
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I've seen a ship like you come and go
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I'm North London trash
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I'm North London trash, trash
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, trash
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Trash, trash, trash
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I've got pandemonium in my blood, I'm at fever pitch
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I could marry her for the money but she's known to be a drag
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On my collateral and my arrogant streak
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I'm really no one special but I'm here in my prime and my peak
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My hot body girlfriend
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She makes the cameras flash
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You can pin up our bodies
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But you can't kill North London trash
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And you ain't bad looking son, she just ain't looking for you
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You ain't bad looking son, she just ain't looking for you
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You've shown a lot of fight, but this ain't your night, or even your year
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You ain't bad looking now, watch where you're looking now
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Is anybody looking now? Oh, trash
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North London Trash
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| Razorlight |
