I shout this,
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You shout that,
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The clouds are coming over looking awful black.
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It's all hot air.
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You say go,
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I say stay,
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Clear blue sky goes Sheffield grey.
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It's all hot air.
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I've grown immune to your claws,
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Pussycat, I know...
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All your threats are tissue tigers,
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Crawling across the table to me.
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All your threats are tissue tigers,
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Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
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I shout this,
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You shout that,
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An eye for heart and a tit for a tat.
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You easy tear.
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Think your stripes,
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Are yellow and black,
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I can only see the yellow one down your back,
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You easy tear.
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I've grown immune to your claws,
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Pussycat, I know...
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All your threats are tissue tigers,
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Crawling across the table to me.
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All your threats are tissue tigers,
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Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
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We argue all life long,
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You'd swear that black was wrong,
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Throw tantrums like Queen Kong,
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I've trapped you in my song.
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All your threats are tissue tigers,
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Crawling across the table to me.
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All your threats are tissue tigers,
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Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
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Tissue Tigers (The Arguers)
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| XTC |
