The pub talk, the scandals,
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like vandals they try to tear you down
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The whispers, turn rumours,
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there's no truth but that don't stop those cats
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They need the little bit extra,
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they don't mind if it's only conjecture
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They tried to tell me I wasn't full time,
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I tried to think of an alibi
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I felt so awful I spat in their faces and ran for my life
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They need that little bit extra,
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they don't mind if it's only conjecture
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They tried to tell me their's was the right way,
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I tried to shout that was a lie,
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I felt so sick I spat in their lifestyles with a runaway pride!
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Untouched by unhuman hands,
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'cause only God knows I don't call that a man
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Who spends his waking days,
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telling others what to think and what to say
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They tried to tell me I wasn't normal,
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I tried to shout there's no such thing!
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I felt so sick I spat on their lifestyles with a runaway pride!
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So catch me if you can,
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'cause I would rather be dead than live like that -
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Hey, hey, hey!
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HERE'S ONE THAT GOT AWAY
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| Style Council |
