| This time you hurt me
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| You really did it this time you did
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| Did you count your fingers after shaking my hand
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| God forbid
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| Riff raff crawling from the slums
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| Right there in front of all your chums
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| I swear by the pricking of my thumbs
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| I’ll make your day and melt away
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| I’ll crawl back under my stone
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| I’ll crawl back under my stone
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| I’ll crawl back under my stone
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| But you won’t have to stand next to me
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| You won’t have to introduce me
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| You won’t have to think about, talk about, care about, me
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| I’ll crawl back
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| I’ve got a nerve just showing my face don’t you think
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| Scruffy little likes ought to know their place don’t you think
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| Old boy, sorry to intrude
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| Damn shame pretty bloody rude
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| I should be horsewhipped and sued
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| Then I’ll go quietly my tail between my knees
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| I’ll crawl back under my stone
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| I’ll crawl back under my stone
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| I’ll crawl back under my stone
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| But you won’t have to stand next to me
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| You won’t have to introduce me
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| You won’t have to think about, talk about, care about, me
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| I’ll crawl back
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| I want to be middle class
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| Floors and ceilings made of glass
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| I just want to be, I just want to be free
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| You had me in a second you had it all reckoned, you did
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| You guessed my game and my name, rank and number, you did
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| Somehow I gave myself away
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| Some code, some word I didn’t say
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| I missed one line in the play
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| And the trap shut tight and you did me all right
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| I’ll crawl back under my stone
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| I’ll crawl back under my stone
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| I’ll crawl back under my stone
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| But you won’t have to stand next to me
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| You won’t have to introduce me
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| You won’t have to think about, talk about, care about
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| You won’t have to ask about, fuss about, discuss about
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| You won’t have to mind about, swear about, forget about, me
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| Crawl back
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| I’ll crawl back
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| I’ll crawl back
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| Crawl back
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| I’ll crawl back
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| Crawl back
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| Crawl back
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| I’ll crawl back |