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From the palace of Versailles To the streets of Peckham Rye You crave the dizziest of heights But we're caught out at the lights The streets been talkin' By now you should have known That all that glitters is not gold And there are times we must say no Our fathers warned us so The streets been talkin' Me and my bae's Going out tonight I'm too tired For another fight I've got no fight left I could write a good-time song That says how happy I've become Now I use my knife and fork And never forget to wash up The streets been talkin' But it would not be the truth Just like your DTPM tattoo Don't you know how dumb you look? Leave those days behind you Letras de cancionesThe streets been talkin' Me and my bae's Going out tonight I'm too tired For another fight I've got no fight left I'm trying to kick a habit I'm trying to kick a habit I'm trying to kick a habit I'm trying to kick a habit Oh Xanthi, can't you see What these years have done to me? It's bad This time words will not explain Johnny Saint James caught the last plane And I'm tired I'm too tired for a fight From the palace of Versailles To the streets of Peckham Rye You crave the dizziest of heights But we're still caught out at the lights The streets been talkin' With a game of "let's pretend" Hiding bottles in the bin Life can seem a kind of blue When you're living in the red The streets been talkin' And me and my bae's Going out tonight I'm too tired For another fight I've got no fight left I'm trying to kick a habit I'm trying to kick a habit I'm trying to kick a habit I'm trying to kick a habit Oh Xanthi, can't you see What these years have done to me? It's bad This time words will not explain Johnny Saint James caught the last plane And I'm tired I'm too tired for a fight From Letras Mania