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f**king hell man
Just get's a bit tiresome dunnit
Every now and again
It's how I see it, it's how I've seen it

So, been another tough old week on the old cobbles
Whole week is filled with peaks, troughs and wobbles
Tell you what though would be entertaining to see it through my goggles
They'll pay millions to watch our sorrows
Vernon went back to the nick last week
Won't see the light of day for a decade
When the pigs come there's no hide or seek, nah, no charades
Cried a few tears for the old dog [?]
I have to see my uncles last weeks decayed like this
Only opens the mouth to shove all the grub in
Looking back his last years have hardly been in parade though
If only he knew how much we loved him

Been another tough old week on the old cobbles
Whole week is filled with peaks, troughs and wobbles
Tell you what though would be a million pound seat for these old goggles
They'll pay millions to watch our struggles, again and again

So I guess we got to get on with our own sh*t man
Can't help but still take these risks
Got a [?] west end for a few tickets, midnight
Lads risk it all for a few quid
My mate Harron got caught with some food he got f**king nabbed with
That's another good old lad under the old hatchet
But I'm going Ire got a gig there going to have it large
I gonna see if I can grab any of their magic, you know it's hard
So I took a few weeks off the booze, this old habit- I got
And I felt wicked in my mind
And when I went back to it, f**king hell the buffoonery, we had it
When will we learn to f**king take in these signs
But I went down Brixton on a booze cruise in my [?]
And my mates birthday was emphatic but half tragic, really
Having it large with a [?] in the night time starts
Shouldn't have to be their way or ours though (f**king idiots)

Been another tough week on the old cobbles
Hole week is filled with peaks, troughs and wobbles
Tell you what though I'd love a lovely seat on the house of commons
Show the pompous c**ts they're wrongons
Another, another jumped up week on the old cobbles
Plus the weather has been bloody horrible
Tell you what though I wouldn't want to be anywhere else
Puzzling ain't it
World knows there is worse off problems

Just spoke to Beaver half seven in the morning
He can't believe the news, he's mourning
Vernon just had a baby too, his names Courtney
Lads gotta make sure that boy is sorted
Yeah next week he's got court in the Crown
Wigs and gowns they'll be all sporting
Spoke to the east end bird  I'm caught in to give me a bit of peace and mind
She remind me it's a rough only world in we caught it
Little mug pulled a chiv out on me the other day too
He's my neighbor and he knows it
Gutted as he was mugging me off in my nose bridge
In my heart I knew I could of done him

Been a f**king jumped up week on the cobbles this week
But it was nice for the clap for the NHS
Them girls and boys are in it to their necks
I wish them all me best

f**ked up week this week
Vern's gone back to jail for ages
I guess we do as we speak
And write the words for our own pages

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