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Dirty Dike
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There He Goes (That Look in His Eye)
There he goes
That look in his eye
There he goes
That look in his eye
I've heard about him
Bad things about him
I've heard about him
Bad things about
I've heard about him
Bad things about him
I've heard about him
Bad things about
Traitors, breathin' every day off ya favours
Believin' what you say when you're waving the papers
And God can't protect you now, your faiths wasted
Chop half your section down the race taken
And make flames with the faces that tapes
The fake ones that never gave a grain when they make
And none of us are paid, everyone of us the same
You sell a bit of drugs and have to juggle up the change
'Fuck it bruv it's money and I'm struggling today'
You switching from a cunt, to my brother to the grave
Guess mates are a mother fucker, love 'em and you hate
You take 'em to the pub and wanna punch 'em in the face
I run away sometimes, try to get escape
Kinda separate life, try to meditate
But I'm alive with a mind I should medicate
And educate to never let the spies in my head again
LIES
I've heard about you
CHEATS
Bad things about you
SPIES
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I've heard about you
THIEFS
Bad things about
HE LIES
I've heard about him
HE CHEATS
Bad things about him
HE SPIES
I've heard about him
Bad things about
I used to trust in my luck and my future
I never give a fuck if it's love or ill lose ya
It's not enough flowing trust on an ice slope
Nice blokes acting like they're stuck on the white snow
Your mind home, get to like it or die slow
I know that quiet isn't nice when the lights go
I'm getting bored of my friends and their plenty yawns
They get ignored and they still never settle scores
Now what the fuck is the point in you
Do you really wanna end up destroying the crew?
I thought it was nothing, but love and the sharing
But now it's awkward, I'm done with the caring
Keep the change, don't speak to James
I've got beats in the brain, I don't need my mates
I just sleep in my crave with a decent wage
While you're too busy sneaking a piece of cake
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you
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