I know this guy
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If I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream
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Some sit and wait for the ride
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While others become the scene
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And he can see a Wednesday morning
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Like others see Friday night
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It's all an open book
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It's just how you vandalise
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A double stitch on the shirttail
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While the rest of us split on the seams
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He talks about Art Blakey
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And I pretend to know what he means
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So now it's three gigs a night
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While your girl digs up the UAE
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And burn up like a matchstick
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The whole damn city can see
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The sun caught me hiding
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Just enough for someone to see
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My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands
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Cracking through the grit in my teeth
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So when did you decide
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That there's only so much you can lose?
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The best choices come
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Just when there's nothing left to choose
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So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs
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'Coz it's a weekend blitz on the dicks who just can't whistle the tune
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Yeah and yeah hit while I sit here on my hands
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Measuring compliments with a spoon
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And I'm never too far away
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I know this guy
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If I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream
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Some sit and wait for the ride
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While others become the scene
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And he can see a Wednesday morning
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Like others see Friday night
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It's all an open book
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It's just how you vandalise
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...And Vandalism
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You Am I |