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It's all dull
Shadow sentences
You look out
Curbs, road paint, burned a mile
You better look out
Across the routine
In town then out
The flow of day should give way to night
Time and off
Four days on, seven off
Work like fuck, top off
No good news is all it is
Few perks, try and live your life
Fucking go berserk
We are the cheap flights
Looking at the Ferrari
On show in duty-free
Choice of two hundred car tickets
From three pound fifty
Bag of fags, fry 'em
Falling out of rumbling cracks
But not me
I'm sick of the fat so far mixed in, mate, gluten free
Try scrolling down a website, the NME, without laughing
I'll give you ten quid if you can keep a straight face
Honestly, just fucking try it, mate

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Jump sticks roll around my hand
Big screen airport stand
Full flights, two-hour journey
Big Bill [?], big fat Bernie
Bernie Winters, rolex splinters
Schnorbitz on the pole
He's got his chappy hat
Rescue dogs ain't fucking dull
Like you, like me
Let's do star jumps with white teeth
[?]
We don't sell our souls anymore, give it away for free
"Please Please Me"
Dead bingo
Brexit loves that fucking Ringo
Safe bet, all the oldies grope for death
Strapped down, watched 'em, and stride fast
Why notà You wanna kill people [?]
No sweet [?], we should take the house and fuck 'em
Why notà You wanna kill people [?]

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Timeline's in the bin
All this fucking expert knowledge
Slating the big guns
Getting locked up like [?]
On your keyboard, Evil Knievel
How to win pens and scribble on people
Essence of life, little worms and light up when you look at the sky
Constellation, masturbation
But that was said by me
I don't fumble in my jungle
I'm wanking free, born free
Free's not right, that's not good
Spend your life on fucking PornHub
Black and orange, what'd you say?
Sexy this and what a farce
The reality of pinching too much arse

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