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of this song Well I could go on and on But it's still unfashionable To believe in principles South South Yorkshire, mass murderer How can you sleep
of this song Well I could go on and on But it's still unfashionable To believe in principles South South Yorkshire, mass murderer How can you sleep
This is the South Yorkshire Police We've had complaints Just grab your shit and leave And no-one goes to gaol But we are the West Yorkshire
Ego's A list She won't be leaving in the same state she came in She burning bridges Just to cross over the same bridge Shit gone south like Cambridge Said
at night Heading south to cotton rows and honeysuckle bloom Under the cumberland moon heading south, heading south Give me room to travel on my way
on the go, imagination Backpack, shimmer shimmer, rest in peace Listen up lady gents This is what you tryna get Yorkshire minister This is what i said to her
South London's finest, I was Lambeth raised Yorkshire born, see me out in St Tropez All I'm seeing is Medusa heads and Grams of yay moving like
any old o'clock Between the rock and roll devil and the fear of god Big brotherly love runs shallow as skin In the deep south of Yorkshire Well
Where is Mrs. Right? I gotta find her (Streamline and Conjunction) Where is Mrs. Right? I gotta see her Travel all across the world just
this yearning I try to do my work but it ain't no use I gotta travel south in the morning Gonna head south on the red-eye in the morning I'm gonna head
the North Just south of the Yorkshire moors A little town out by the coast And when I'm feeling down I take a drive out to the east Something picks me up when
I should send 'em down south To the bottom of my blue jeans I gotta problem with my middle finger It's causing me endless woes I gotta problem with my
Johannesburg, South Yorkshire A stone's throw away, now we're there
- in poland, Johannesburg - south yorkshire, A stones throw away: now we're there.
travel the world (I wanna, I wanna) But nothing can compare to that dirty south coast Cause we cornbread fed, You see that figure in the clothes (Figure in
Where is Mrs. Right? I gotta find her (Streamline and Conjunction) Where is Mrs. Right? I gotta see her Travel all across the world just
to the cricket pitch, bat in hand In his veins, the pulse of two distant lands From Yorkshire puds to samosas, he tastes it all Straddling borders like he's ten
You told me you love I'll never forget The feeling as I stood up and left Now I won't travel home To me you're still near your telephone Spells of good
Frickley in South Yorkshire, a small mining town Where once the riot coppers beat the pickets to the ground Has a football team, and a stand full
I was panning for gold In the Yorkshire countryside I found what I was looking for once or twice But I lost what I left behind She was nursing
fruitcake Firewood touché Do it to me baby 'til the bell break And just like that, her wish was granted The girl from South took Santa's North Pole
THE BcLLcD OF EMILY SWcNN Emily Swann was a wife, from South Yorkshire she came When her husband turned up dead she took all the blame,
I'm with whateva' you wit' you feel me Yeah I'm down for whateva' Yeah you know Aight You could be my South Señorita Follow the leader Soon
whizzing round, the dingo scratches gravel The possum, bears and bandicoots are always on the travel. In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
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