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By Chumbawamba, Well, you're a waste of space, your unnatural grace
You're so
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By Chumbawamba, Anytime, anyplace, anywhere
There's a wonderful world you can share
But only
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By Chumbawamba, Hail Mary full of grace
The Lord is with Thee
Blessed art
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By Chumbawamba, May Day
(Repeat)
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By Chumbawamba, England's goalkeeper since gordon banks
Consistent, reliable, a safe pair of
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By Chumbawamba, Michaelangelo was a genius
Artist, architect, physician
The darling of the florentine
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By Chumbawamba, The saturday afternoon tradition
Three falls and one submission
Boston crab and
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By Chumbawamba, Talk about money
Talk about oppression
Investing in death
And the earth's destruction
Killing
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By Chumbawamba, Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite
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By Chumbawamba, Children in school forced to the desk
Finger the atlas and
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By Chumbawamba, Oh, Charleston Heston
Your father's favorite son
Walks in whistling Casey Jones
Moses
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By Chumbawamba, Can't hear 'cos your mouth's full of shitDo something about
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By Chumbawamba, There's pedal bikes and motor bikes
And now they're riding mountain
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By Chumbawamba, Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit
Well I'm
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By Chumbawamba, Mr Heseltine you drove into our townThe northern rain always
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By Chumbawamba, Chap. de Terre... make the fighting... six...
Nadzeroon El Babo
Last of
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By Chumbawamba, Sniffer clarke
Chopper harris
The doog
Crazy horse
Norman bite yer legs
The barnsley spud
Bonetti
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By Chumbawamba, One two three four
One two
Three four
Let's go!
This coat my royal
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By Chumbawamba, These red azaleas
Never grew so tall
This well of loneliness
Could rise
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By Chumbawamba, In the event of something happening to me
There is something
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By Chumbawamba, (Chorus)
Wondering
Have I given up dreaming?
Come down from the ceiling
I won't
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By Chumbawamba, I dreamt the cliffs and ride the waves
And no one
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By Chumbawamba, Same seven notes and some slag poet's quotes
Stick them together
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By Chumbawamba, They tell us Sizewell's safe and clean
White rooms, white coats,
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By Chumbawamba, I never could stand to be pushed!
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By Chumbawamba, Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee?
On Ilkla Moor
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By Chumbawamba, Pontius Pilot came to our town
Up to the dockyards
To see
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By Chumbawamba, One green hill, one green hill, one far green hill
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By Chumbawamba, Away from work finding peace
With a swing on the seventeenth
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By Chumbawamba, Peace won't come (Repeats)
By words alone
With the world in front
