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we'm from the valleys, high in wales, dull  as donkeys, hard as nails. torvaen town,blaenavon gwent, council caves,that some pay rent. black and white tellys, run on gas, houses wiv lectric,is upper class. we shoplift in winter, cos summers no good, you  can't wear coats, you can't wear hoods. we once mined coal, made steel and iron, honest hardmen, pittance relied on. now thats all gone, thro government bullies, now hoodies steal goodies, from tesco and woolies. valley boy logic, philosophy real, all good fings come. ....to those who steal.
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Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 9:58 AM UTC
valley hoodies
we'm from the valleys, high in wales, dull  as donkeys, hard as nails. torvaen town,blaenavon gwent, council caves,that some pay rent. black and white tellys, run on gas, houses wiv lectric,is upper class. we shoplift in winter, cos summers no good, you  can't wear coats, you can't wear hoods. we once mined coal, made steel and iron, honest hardmen, pittance relied on. now thats all gone, thro government bullies, now hoodies steal goodies, from tesco and woolies. valley boy logic, philosophy real, all good fings come. ....to those who steal.
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Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 9:58 AM UTC
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