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We were arrested on Aberdeen |
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With empty hands and mouths to feed |
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So I put my hands up and begged release |
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And now Julia it seems that our honesty was brief |
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We were lost when we left our homes |
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We were high again and we went out to score |
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I soon found myself at your brother's door |
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And I'd pondered all the rent |
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Well I ain't been back there since |
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I woke up on my hands and knees |
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The night was cold and I began to see |
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That I'd pinned myself to another name that had sold me out before |
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And had never shown remorse |
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So many years now I've been bought and sold |
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I told myself I'd take the higher road |
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So I dressed myself in your brother's clothes |
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And I walked across his hands |
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I left nothing up to chance |
