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We were born by the Thames' running water, sons
of the social disorder

Go to school, get a job, be a fool or a yob and
prepare yourself for gaol

But we tired of the constant surrender to those
with a hidden agenda

So we fought with the best, now it's time for a
rest as we say our last farewell

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Goodbye, we're calling it day, we're having it
away, we're gonna say goodbye

Goodbye, there's nothing left to say, we're
getting in the way

We're gonna say goodbye

For the holidays in Devon, for the spirit of
seventy-seven

For the laughs and the ligs and the drinks and
the gigs

And the making of the fuss

For the friends who knew just where to find us

For the mates who were always behind us

When you're next in a pub or a bar or a club,
have a drink on us

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