| Right in the centre of Hove
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| Next to an escalator
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| Someone has hidden a bomb
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| Underneath a plastic chair
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| But he can’t put his finger on it:
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| He’ll never be that kind of man
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| He’ll die in his bed on a summer’s night
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| With his hand on his favourite thing
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| Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes
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| Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes
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| Maybe it’s a natural phase
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| Comedy has taken its toll
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| No-one is totally lost
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| Nobody is out of control
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| There are words he could use to describe it
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| Metaphors he should have applied
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| He’ll die in his bed on a summer’s night
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| With his hands on his adequate bride
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| Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes
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| Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes
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| Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala
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| Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala
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| Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala
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| Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala
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| Smile!
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| Smile!
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| Smile, we’re waiting for it
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| Smile, we’re waiting for
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| Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes
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| Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes
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| Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala
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| Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala
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| Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala
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| Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala |