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Mic city sons seem to dumb down
I got a lot of luck
And I'll you what it's worth now

It's a cold-blooded
Never was
as good as they come
But you're a f***ing trial

You went and me up
Do you bother me on
You make me feel like I'm my age
And at twice as nervous

You go whistling
caroline
And I'll be to ? ?
Cos I never my mind

a miracle how
No offence is
But I'm full of then
Anytime you feel up to face

You go drink problems still
A in the barroom
You've got left to kill
And I won't it too soon

It's a cold style
was worthwhile
You're as good as come
But such a f***ing trial

You go whistling
Sweet
And be there to ? ?
Cos I speak my mind
You want me to speak my mind