Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards
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From the pockets of wrecks that lie in the road
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I came to in my future that was just yesterday
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Unsure of my past, that's a knot in my gut
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You buy me a drink then you think that you've got the right
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To crawl in my head and rifle my soul
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You tell me I'm free then you want me to compromise
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To sell out my dreams you say you'll make it worthwhile
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Oh, boys would you drink to me now
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Here on the hill, halfway up, halfway down
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You tell me I'm drunk then you sit back and smug a while
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Convinced that you're right that you're still in command
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Of your senses. I laugh at your superior attitude
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Your insincere platitudes they make me throw up
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The sooner you realise I'm perfectly happy
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If I'm left to decide the company I choose
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Oh, boys would you drink to me now
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Here on the hill, halfway up, halfway down
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Oh, boys would you drink to me now
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Here on the hill, halfway up, halfway down
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Oh for the company born to the company
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Live for the company until I die
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The sooner you realise I'm perfectly happy
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If I'm left to decide the company I choose
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The company I choose is solidly singular
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Totally trustworthy, straight and sincere
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Polished, experienced, witty and charming
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So why don't you push off, this company's my own
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Oh, boys would you drink to me now
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Here on the hill, halfway up, halfway down
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Oh, boys would you drink to me now
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Here on the hill, halfway up, halfway down
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Oh for the company, dream of the company
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Live for the company until I die
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Oh for the company, dream of the company
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Drink to the company until we die
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Until we die
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Until we die
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The Company
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Bananafishbones |