I wake up every day But I don't want it that way I take my thoughts to the roundabout Cause me and them we like to get out Oh-oh-oh, what you do in your head You do in your head Oh-oh, if he is dead
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He said he had a horrible house I looked in it and learnt to shut my mouth He said I had the look of a son With all the love and poison of london Oh-oh-oh, what you do in your head You do in your head Oh-oh-oh if he is dead Oh-oh-oh what you do in your head You do in your head Oh-oh-oh if he is dead
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