He sets up his page like he had paid someone
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To curry belief
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But it only seemed to worsen
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Only seemed to worsen
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That’s what he done
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He said he ain’t gonna work for no one else to choose
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A mile in his shoes
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Now I need a new pair son
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Now I need a new pair son
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And that’s you done
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Aah yeah that’s you done
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Eehh that’s you done boy
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Hm that’s you done
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He held out a map for a new friend he found
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Who sighed with relief
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Said I’ve come for the ransom,
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Said I’ve come for the ransom,
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And your harpoon gun
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And he looks at the world through anaesthesic shades
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With scratch on the lens
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He says now I need a new pair son,
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Then I’ll be a new person
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And that’s you done boy
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New Pair
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| Babyshambles |
