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Texty: Piano Magic. Crown Estate.

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Look at that rich girl twitch - like me she can't sit still
How would you want it seen?
Just like when you were ill?
When you hear the way they talk - the rosy cheeks of the ruling classes
You can argue all you like - they swear by early nights
Never meant to be like this - a lot colder but the people were warm
If anyone was coming to get you - armed only with a sugar bowl
Used to leave your back doors
Used to leave your back doors open
Used to leave your back doors
Used to leave your back doors open
All the houses on the Crown Estate all look the same
That nut from four doors down wandered in by mistake again
And said to your old mum, "I think it's best that you sit down
I'll make a cup of tea and you can show me what a woman looks like
With her head turned inside out"
Used to leave the backdoors, etc