| There’s trouble coming
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| I feel it deep in my bones
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| I can’t avoid it, no way,
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| Gotta face it, not gonna be long
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| It’s got me shouting, pointing,
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| punching, begging tonight
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| I need some people
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| To see me through it
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| Loving me right
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| Gonna pull some tarts together
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| Better dress them up in leather
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| Gonna find some kindred spirits
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| Gonna throw the searchlight in it
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| Want some volunteers!
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| You do and you do and you do
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| Get in to trouble
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| And maybe you do and you do and you do
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| Get in to luck
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| 'cos I’ve been shouting, pointing, punching.
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| And when it’s done
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| We’re gonna walk out smiling, laughing
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| Because we won!
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| Gonna pull some tarts together
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| Better dress them up in leather
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| Gonna find some kindred spirits
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| Gonna throw the searchlight in it
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| Want some volunteers!
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| Watch out, they’ll get ya
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| They’re hiding under your nose
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| They’ll try to dare you, scare you, snare you
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| Stand on your toes
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| 'cos they’ll be shouting, pointing, punching
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| And when it’s done
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| We’re gonna settle down a-loving, and a-howling
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| Because we won
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| Gonna pull some tarts together
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| Better dress them up in leather
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| Gonna find some kindred spirits
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| Gonna throw the searchlight in it
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| Want some volunteers! |