Aaah, Oooh.
We don't need no politics,
To find him cured,
'Cos he's a big boy now,
Or so he'd like to think, for sure.
And there's no living up to you,
No matter how he's tried.
Now there's no more depending on the
Man who's walked the places where
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The streets are paved with gold.
Every heart and every soul,
Beats another heart,
Beats another heart.
You don't try to follow him,
You don't try to confine.
And you never try to concern yourself,
You know you're not that kind.
But I still see the lies within
The letters that you write.
Did you think that I wouldn't see the
Struggle in your life? And the
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