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Poems are old and dusty, today
is that all you got to…. got to say
cos all the diamonds rings, they don’t mean a thing babe
cos i got you and you got me, babe

ditched all your friends to score some dope
then you had the nerve to talk about Murphy’s law
cos we’re leaving here to outta space, get your things
Pack your bags & get your suitcase
cos i gotta ask ya,

who do you think you are

all the kids smoking rocks n playing their guitars
can you see the shadows walk the street
can’t forget who they are
ah, with china whites screaming
screaming out your name
do you leave good enough alone
do you hold onto the chain
can you imagine what it is
to cross an ocean of blue
so pack your bags, get your suitcase
cos i gotta ask ya, who do you think you are

clean as a hounds tooth

who do you think you are

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