I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'
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Staring straight and not blinking
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He's not giving anything away
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What is he thinking?
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I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'
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Staring straight and not blinking
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He's not giving anything away
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What is he thinking?
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Can't seem to do anything but stare
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My C.P coat is lyin' just there
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Draped over the edge of that dusty chair
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All fits into place suddenly
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Yeh my coat was hangin up under my stairs
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But one day it went leaving the cupboard bare
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The facts all click in and become square
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He stole it while I was unaware
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But why's he denying it when it's so bate
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Looking at the telly, won't look over straight
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Why's he not flappin' and explaining away?
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To one very fuckin' frustrated mate
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Dan's been trustin' every word Scott says
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He believes in mates so fair play
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But Scott's story is too far outweighed
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And I'm gonna act before its too late
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I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'
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Staring straight and not blinking
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He's not giving anything away
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What is he thinking?
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I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'
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Staring straight and not blinking
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He's not giving anything away
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What is he thinking?
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[Wayney G]
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This must all look a bit weird
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It's Mike's C.P coat sittin here
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Draped over the chair
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So that it appears to all fit me up suddenly
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And clear i'm gonna have to just try and volunteer
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An answer 'bout the man who left the bomber here
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He must've picked it up from Mikes dear
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Girls house When the weather wasn't clear
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The man must've thought it was Simone's coat
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We didn't think it was Mike's coat though
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I can't just deny it cos my face shows
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Lookin at the telly's not aidin', no
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I can't tell Mike this man didn't know
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And innocently borrowed the coat at Simone's
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Cos then Mike would demand to know
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Why this man was even at Simone's
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[Mike] That frown could mean anything
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[Wayney G] What the fuck am I gonna do now?
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He know's I'm lyin'
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[Mike] I wish I could read his mind
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[Wayney G] It's written all over my face
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I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'
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Staring straight and not blinking
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He's not giving anything away
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What is he thinking?
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I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'
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Staring straight and not blinking
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He's not giving anything away
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What is he thinking?
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[Mike]
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What the fuck's he saying she had the garm'
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Either he has gone John Barnes
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Or he's tryin to spin me a con's yarn
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He think's he's the fucking don gar
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How long have I undergone his smarm?
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Shruggin' it all off as fun charm
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If he don't stop lookin' at the TV though
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I'm gonna wrap the cable round his wee throat
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Hang on Scott says Simone had the coat
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Where did he see her on the d.low
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What is it I don't need to know?
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Is he scheming to be near Simone?
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In the club I wondered what was on the go
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Dan was tryin to keep Scott from being close
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And Scott teefed me money and his teefed me coat
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And he's trying to steal me girlfriend from under me nose
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I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'
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Staring straight and not blinking
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He's not giving anything away
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What is he thinking?
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I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'
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Staring straight and not blinking
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He's not giving anything away
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What is he thinking?
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[Wayney G]
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Right I can't be bothered with this no more
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I'm gonna have to tell him I owe him the score
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I wish I could tell him about the dough on the draws
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That's somethin' I don't know, I swore
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The coat thing will look dodgy loads more
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If I don't throw it down as the crow soars
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I'd better put the video on pause
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Face up toe-to-toe over the floor
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He really needs to know how his jacket
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Miraculously appeared round my gaff, here
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And the man that left it's been shagging
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Mike's girl behind Mike's back and thing
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This shit's all got a bit out of hand
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There's no options I'm all down on plans
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I'm jus' gonna have to split it now, man
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Tell Mike the person that bought the coat round
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Was...................Dan
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