(Chris) Rumours
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Walkin' through the Hamburg streets,
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I see a bar, I better drink some beer.
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A beast in red approaches me,
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It's buy a drink or sleep with me.
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Now I'm blown away!
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Then come the thugs with a bat,
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To make sure we pay.
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Lies. Stories you're tellin'
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You're makin' rumors.
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You wanna dish out a scoop for your friends.
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So you'll feel like someone,
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Talkin' 'bout somethin',
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Something you really know nothing about.
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I bought her a drink.
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but who would ever think?
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It was 300 marks for champagne.
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Typical set up, pay or be beat up!
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Now you see what goes down,
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Walkin' streets.
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You're livin' out what I go through.
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It's second hand.
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It's not the truth that you want.
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There'll be a time.
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A change of mind.
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You'll grow to find.
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That living your own life
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Means more than talking 'bout mine.
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You only believe the truth that you want to anyway.
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Rumors
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