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By The Style Council, I know you have time
But believe me it will fly
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By The Style Council, Handed down from fathers to sons
Was the hatred of weakness
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By The Style Council, For liberty there is a cost - its broken skulls
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By The Style Council, The wind blows whispers down the street,
Having free reign with
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By The Style Council, If I could I'd give you the world
Wrap it all
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By The Style Council, Hold on is what they say
To get any back to
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By The Style Council, As the rain comes down, upon this sad sweet earth
I
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By The Style Council, Changes of clothes and summer showers
Like changing the guard it
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By The Style Council, Confessions 1, 2 & 3 - Count me off
but don't
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By The Style Council, Catch me I'm falling so fast and I can't seem
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By The Style Council, The giant towers over all
But from close distance he don't
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By The Style Council, I close my eyes - I reach out my hand
And
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By The Style Council, When I find you waiting hours; oh,
You're there to save
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By The Style Council, The pub talk, the scandals,
like vandals they try to tear
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By The Style Council, Of all the things that money can buy
freedoms never cheap
But
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By The Style Council, Tired of dust and dirt to clean
This place once loved,
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By The Style Council, If you believe you have an equal share
In the whole
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By The Style Council, I stood as tall as a mountain
I never really thought
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By The Style Council, There's better ways of making cash
Than waiting in parks and
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By The Style Council, I play out my role
Why I've even been out walking
They
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By The Style Council, Luck fell in the right place for me
The day you
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By The Style Council, It's no good praying to the powers that be
'Cause they
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By The Style Council, Daylight turns to moonlight - and I'm at my best
Praising
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By The Style Council, Oh night after night - I still miss you baby
Night
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By The Style Council, Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Brothers, sisters, one day we'll
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By The Style Council, I was half in mind - I was half in
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By The Style Council, Your hair hangs in golden steps
You're a bonafide in every
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By The Style Council, I will learn, I will grow
And for my pain, my
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By The Style Council, True I was a gardener, once upon a time.
When the
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By The Style Council, Empty hours
Spent combing the street
In daytime showers
They've become my beat;
As