Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits
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Raised on a diet of broken biscuits
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Oh, we don't look the same as you
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We don't do the things you do
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But we live around here too
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Oh, really
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Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits
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We'd like to go to town but we can't risk it
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Oh, 'cause they just want to keep us out
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You could end up with a smack in the mouth
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Just for standing out
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Oh, really
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Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
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The future's owned by you and me
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There won't be fighting in the street
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They think they've got us beat
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But revenge is going to be so sweet
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We're making a move, we're making it now
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We're coming out of the side-lines
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Just put your hands up, it's a raid, yeah
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We want your homes, we want your lives
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We want the things you won't allow us
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We want use guns, we want use bombs
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We'll use the one thing we've got more of, that's our minds
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Check your lucky numbers
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That much money could drag you under, oh
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What's the point of being rich if you can't think what to do with it?
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'Cause you're so very thick
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Oh, we weren't supposed to be
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We learnt too much at school now we can't help but see
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That the future that you've got mapped out
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Is nothing much to shout about
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We're making a move, we're making it now
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We're coming out of the side-lines
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Just put your hands up, it's a raid, yeah
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We want your homes, we want your lives
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We want the things you won't allow us
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We want use guns, we want use bombs
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We'll use the one thing we've got more of, that's our minds
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[break]
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Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
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The future's owned by you and me
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There won't be fighting in the street
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They think they've got us beat
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But revenge is going to be so sweet
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We're making a move, we're making it now
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We're coming out of the side-lines
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Just put your hands up, it's a raid, yeah
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We want your homes, we want your lives
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We want the things you won't allow us
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We want use guns, we want use bombs
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We'll use the one thing we've got more of, that's our minds
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And that's our minds, yeah
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Mis-shapes
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Franz Ferdinand |