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By Chumbawamba, Creation, not so much out of the blue as
Once upon
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By Chumbawamba, With a W and a W and a W dot
With
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By Chumbawamba, You can't trust anyone nowadays
(Repeat)
Brown shirts don't make it
(Repeat)
I'm not
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By Chumbawamba, Here in the comfort of a favorite chair
Or smugly from
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By Chumbawamba, Yuppies, I've been taught,
Are keen on sport
Two slices wholemeal loaf
Into
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By Chumbawamba, She's a slip of a girl to be out of
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By Chumbawamba, And the company director spins the globe
Looks into on atlas
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By Chumbawamba, Don't waste the days when I'm dead and I'm gone
Wind
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By Chumbawamba, Listen close to this crooked mouth
For my story I will
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By Chumbawamba, Taking scissors to play cut up with the black vote
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By Chumbawamba, One year later
This queue never moved
I've got well
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By Chumbawamba, like a sermon on the mountain
says the dumber got dumb
hellfire
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By Chumbawamba, I courted a man from the Lancs Fusiliers
He gave me
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By Chumbawamba, No virgin me
For I have sinned
I sold my
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By Chumbawamba, Ladies, ladies, listen to me
Mr. Heseltine you drove into our
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By Chumbawamba, I'm the Boss of the company
And I've got hunger
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By Chumbawamba, Dreaming that you're quietly driving by
Waking, wiping sleep out of
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By Chumbawamba, Turn down the lights
Kick off your shoes
And relax with that
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By Chumbawamba, Attend you gallant Irishmen and listen for a while
I'll sing
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By Chumbawamba, OK, lay some drums on me
Gimme some bass
Working in a
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By Chumbawamba, Laugh out loud
and curse this ground.
Make this world
turn upside down.
Star
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By Chumbawamba, It's a no-no
I've gotta heave-ho
I got no stomach for a
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By Chumbawamba, Words on a postcard from far away
spoke of a time
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By Chumbawamba, In the age before the information age
Making history and living
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By Chumbawamba, A new crusade to the Holy Land
Walking into battle with
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By Chumbawamba, Along with the shoes and the shirts and the ties
There’s
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By Chumbawamba, William Francis, noble lord
His fortune built on sweat and sword
Built
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By Chumbawamba, April morning summer come soon
Clouds follow after
Morning sun is hidden
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By Chumbawamba, For all those feet in ancient times
For stepping out of
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By Chumbawamba, Eat, sleep and crapFor to prey on your needsDown a
