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Shut down |
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Tangled up in your machinery |
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No sound Just the faceless press of words and wheels |
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Surrounds me |
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Like molasses on my soles and eaves |
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Come out Can anyone come out and play |
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All I want is an aeroplane |
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Rubber-banded with paper wings |
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All I want is to steal again |
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All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream |
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All I want is vanishing |
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All I want is |
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God Spit out |
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By an undeserving dumb and mad |
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Shipped down |
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With a pride of fagging earls and boys |
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Moved round |
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To a council flat in |
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St. John's |
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Wood Come out |
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Can anyone come out and play |
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All I want is an aeroplane |
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Rubber-banded with paper wings |
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All I want is to steal again |
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All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream |
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All I want is vanishing |
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All I want is |
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God All I want is an aeroplane |
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Rubber-banded with paper wings |
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All I want is to steal again |
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All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream |
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All I want is vanishing |
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All I want is an afterglow |
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A forty-five on a gramophone |
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All I want is a thick skin, to grow into |
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Everything is vanishing |
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All I want is |
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God |