Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles
'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole
me will give them a listen in the morning
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I ain't about to claim we got the good fight fought,
because you might get ahead, but you wont get a heart;
a lot of lines fade when you're smuggling art.