Some of the clothes you stole
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from your lovers home
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Make you glow in the dark -
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make you light up
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The room on your own
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Formative years were a drag
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but we passed the time somehow
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IÍ¥ in a cahoots with the
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upper classes now
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Put it all in a trust fund
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She can? touch ?ill she? twenty one
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Amazing the cruel hand of fate
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A tax loss against the state
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You had to move three times this year
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I? rather be any where but there
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The champagne highs and the giddy
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lights - Are paradise
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House guest is here
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can? believe that the vanishing point appeared
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Can hardly believe
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- people live in houses behind trees
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Formative years were a drag
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but we passed the time somehow
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IÍ¥ in a cahoots with the upper classes now
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That cunt? really got it sussed
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Selling wine, selling drugs
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You can? get so far whit a pershing wit
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But the money? in trust - isn? it?
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What treasures can you hold and name
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You don? have the right face
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The champagne highs and the giddy lights
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- Are paradise
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some of your friends,from your other life
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Just don? belong
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They?e crude and they?e plain
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It? not their fault
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it? the world they?e from
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(And) you can? come here no more
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Unless you use the tradesmans door
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There? nothing wrong with inherited wealth
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If you melt the silver - yourself
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Put it all in a trust fund
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She can? touch ?ill she? twenty one
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The champagne highs and the giddy lights
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- Are paradise
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Some of the clothes you stole
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from your lovers home
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Are better than the clothes
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we stole from the
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Shops in our own
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IÍ¥ in a cahoots with the
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upper classes now
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THE UPPER CLASSES
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The Auteurs |