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or wrong, I was hooked, I had my calling I get enough Of this falling not to say The sound on the earth was But I knew that under Was worth So I my bags And I my swag And I been back since then
then You can my hoody on a Friday Getting with the lads On the Blazing - to Sinatra, Did it my way I can't We're getting for getting sideways
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