Fucking hell!
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I'm covered in fucking wires everywhere, bastards!
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Everywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, boy
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Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
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But what can a poor boy do
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'cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
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Cause in sleepy London town
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There's just no place for a street fighting man
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No!
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Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
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But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
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Well, what can a poor boy do
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'cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
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Cause in sleepy London town
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There's just no place for a street fighting man
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No!
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No!
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No!
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Guitar!
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Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
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I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
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Well, what can a poor boy do
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'cept to sing in a rock 'n' roll band
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Cause in sleepy London town
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There's just no place for a street fighting man
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No!
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No!
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No!
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Street Fighting
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| Oasis |
