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She couldn't see how ludicrous it all sounded to me
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That life was good in small towns and the disco's were so great
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They build their lives 'round stupid things that mean nothing to me
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And the things that I believe in are the things they can't see
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Said she to me - Why don't you leave the country
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Said I to her - I hate the way you speak
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Said she to me - I feel the same way to
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Said I to her - Y'know I really hate you I hate you
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They drive around the car parks in their stupid little cars
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Dressing up in Sunday best and going 'round for hours
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I find it all so sickening when everyone's the same
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Watch the weekend kick in, as we do it all again
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I hate you - and your country
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And your friends I think you all dance funny
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Round those shiney handbags
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And the people that you laugh with
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All smell of beer and fags
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She really wasn't laughing at the poseur who talked shit
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I glanced over knowingly but the joke she didn't get
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I think I better leave this people mutually impressed
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I smile when I would rather take a hammer to their heads
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Said She To Me
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| Joyrider |
