| The play ground bully that forced you
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| that cigarette at school
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| it ain’t the nicotine or ash he pushed
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| it was the moulding of a fool
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| That mum and dad once telling you
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| the way you’re dressed ain’t cool
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| they ain’t no genuine fashion tips
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| that’s the moulding of a fool
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| the dummy that they shove in mouth
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| as soon as you can speak
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| the pushchair that they strap you in soon as you find your feet
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| The car advert shorter skirt
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| the film you gotta see
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| that dish to cook the way you look
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| the person you must be the cheapest shop the tightest top
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| the senseless waste of breath
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| Revolution won’t be televised
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| and neither will your death
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| revolution won’t be televised
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| and neither will your death
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| The very first drop of alcohol
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| the taste on tongue so cruel
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| turns our dreams to plasticine
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| and decent folks to fools
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| the microscope the telescope
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| the study of the jewels
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| It’s the cutting of a gem alright
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| it’s the moulding of a fool
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| your death will pass unnoticed
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| like a hiccup or a cough
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| like the news of a mother mourning loss
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| when televisions off
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| The car advert shorter skirt
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| the film you gotta see
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| that dish to cook the way you look
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| the person you must be the cheapest shop the tightest top
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| the senseless waste of breath
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| Revolution won’t be televised
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| and neither will your death
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| revolution won’t be televised
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| and neither will your death
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| But written on the gravestone
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| tattooed upon your neck
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| is stay within the yellow lines
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| and don’t wear stripe with check
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| The car advert shorter skirt
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| the film you gotta see
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| that dish to cook the way you look
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| the person you must be the cheapest shop the tightest top
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| the senseless waste of breath
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| Revolution won’t be televised
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| and neither will your death
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| revolution won’t be televised
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| and neither will your death
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| Put sunroof down on car
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| turn the music loud
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| and think that acting proud or rich
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| will stand us from the crowd |