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By Chumbawamba, She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the
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By Chumbawamba, She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the
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By Chumbawamba, (Chorus)
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
Hear nothing, see
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By Chumbawamba, Is it worth it?
A new winter coat and shoes for
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By Chumbawamba, 'Forward with Braitain!' with the Daily Mirror
'The Facts Not The
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By Chumbawamba, I heard that in the first world war
The soldiers called
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By Chumbawamba, All gathered 'round the 18th tee
With pringle and tartan and
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By Chumbawamba, I don?t want to sing about anger and hate
I don?t
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By Chumbawamba, This is the last one
Organize, occupy, kick the bastards out
Don't
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By Chumbawamba, One, two, three, four
Slap
Fleet Street fell in love
But the girl
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By Chumbawamba, Rain on me, oh, friendly fire
(Smart bomb)
Me an' Audrey gonna
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By Chumbawamba, Oscar wilde, oscar wilde, can you tell me where you've
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By Chumbawamba, Oscar Wilde, Oscar Wilde, can you tell me where you've
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By Chumbawamba, Well madam how'd you like it, maybe plenty off the
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By Chumbawamba, I'm just scraping the social dogma
From the bottom of my
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By Chumbawamba, For someone to drop that bomb
Somebody else must do research
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By Chumbawamba, Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock
She got
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By Chumbawamba, I'm not the kind of man
Who'd live a quieter life
Just
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By Chumbawamba, I'm not the kind of man
Who'd live a quieter life
Just
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By Chumbawamba, I've got this dream home
I'm queuing up for
In freshly dug
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By Chumbawamba, Test the water feel the ground
Send the tax collectors round
Fill
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By Chumbawamba, I knock on doors
See curtains move
Time wins wars each name
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By Chumbawamba, I'm always waiting
I'm sick of waiting
For the day my luck
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By Chumbawamba, You working men of England one moment now attend
While I
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By Chumbawamba, Knight to bishop 4
Next move in the cold war
In the
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By Chumbawamba, When racing fast it's easy enough
To make a wrong decision
Just
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By Chumbawamba, Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below
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By Chumbawamba, When I was about fourteen I used to go out
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By Chumbawamba, A husband came home drunk each night
And he thrashed her
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By Chumbawamba, Strike!
(Repeat)
