(J. Rotten, G. Matlock, S. Jones, P. Cook)
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Too many problems oh why am I here
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I don't need to be me
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'cos you're all too clear
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well and I can see
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there's something wrong with you
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but what do you expect me to do?.
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At least I gotta know what I wanna be
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don't come to me if you need pity
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Are you lonely you got no-one
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you get your body in suspension
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That's no problem
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problems, problems
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the problem is you
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what you gonna do with your problem
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(what you gonna do problem)
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Eat your heart out on plastic tray
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you don't do what you want
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then you'll fade away
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You won't find me working nine to five
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it's too mush fun a-being alive
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I'm using my feet for my human machine
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you won't find me living for the screen
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Are you lonely all needs catered
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you got your brains dehydrated
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In a death trip I ain't automatic
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You won't find me just staying static
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Don't you give me any orders
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for people like me there is no order.
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Set you thought you had it all worked out
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Bet you thought you knew what I was about
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Set you thought
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you'd solved all your problems
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but you are the problem
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Oh what you gonna do with your problem I'll
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leave it to you problem the problem is you.
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You got a problem Oh what you gonna do
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they know a doctor gonna fake you away
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they take you away and throw away the key
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they don't want you and they don't want me
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you got a problem the problem is you
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problems what you gonna do... (etc.)
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problem... (etc.)
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Problems
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The Sex Pistols |