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you know the drill, a brick through the windscreen, sling your hook and hide in the toilets. look at yourself, i can't take you anywhere. born and bred, putting the boot in. i don't know what got into me. i figured it out, he just crept up on me for twenty years and i didn't notice. but it's all connected,and now i remember, i found a fracture, low and behold, you're talking out your arse. now i know what i'm up against. he might die in his sleep tonight. he followed me here, and he's gonna have himself an accident. a little help? i'm sorry about all this.i'm sorry about all this.i'm sorry about all this.i'm sorry about all this. Aus Songtexte Mania