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Only the magical transit children, sing sing a lullaby bah, bah, bah |
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Sitting on a pavement sucking on a long straw |
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It's colourful, It's colourful, but it washes you out |
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Here is my violence and here is the excuse |
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I learnt it all, but only second hand |
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Falling into walls, well what is it with you |
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You'd never know, never know, never know |
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We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way |
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Pressure on Julian |
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Swimming in yellow pissy water, sand getting in between the ears |
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No blood in head in this bloody weather |
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Irate people with yellow tongues |
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Only the magical transit children, sing sing a lullaby bah,bah,bah |
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Falling into walls, well what is it with you |
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You'd never know, never know, never know |
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We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way |
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Pressure on Julian |
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(There was pressure on Julian, pushing trolleys in the car park |
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From B to A then back to B |
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Pressure on Julian |
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Passing out, precious little snout |
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The birds are singing at night |
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The birds are singing at night, Pressure on Julian) |
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We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way |
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Pressure on Julian |
