What do you got
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Mass produce in somewhere hot
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Y'all have to go in the underground
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To get things done here
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And then you have
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you know you got it up
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So if it's done
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This is a place to come to
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or well it was
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I know a hot spot
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Crossing on the guillotine
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And if you have
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nobody left to rely on
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I'll hold you in my arms
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and let you dream
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It's got to be that time again
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And you you will be
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over soon again
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So get yourself up
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get a past split on your way
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It's nothing to be ashamed of
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Taking off again
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The 514 to East Greenstead
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You've set me off
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Crossing on our greatest night
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And talking types will
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let us down again
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Talk talk on your arse all night
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You wanna be there
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Step inside the tarmac ride
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To the land that time forgot
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Oh we just don't go there
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Cracks inside the tarmac ride
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The land that time forgot oh no
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And if you have
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nobody left to rely on
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I'll hold you in my arms
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and let you dream
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Going down to Lonesome Street
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Going down to Lonesome Street
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Lonesome Street
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Going down to Lonesome Street
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Lonesome Street
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Going down to Lonesome Street
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Lonesome Street
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