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Growing up |
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Around these streets |
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Never really felt quite like |
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Like anything |
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It's where nothing |
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Has a chance |
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To really go somewhere |
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That you can't |
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My love is exploitation |
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And the passing celebration |
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And I don't want to feel |
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Like a part of history |
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Going through this town |
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Upside down |
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Weekends are railway rides |
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Just a few |
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Promises broken |
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At quarter past five |
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Burning fires |
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On the railway hillsides |
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My love is exploitation |
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And the passing celebration |
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And I don't want to feel |
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Like a part of history |
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And the grass is greener |
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On the other side |
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It's where I wanna be |
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Somewhere that she can really see |
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We all go out like we come in |
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Kicking and screaming |
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We all go out like we come in |
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Kicking and screaminggg |
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We all go out like we come innn |
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Kicking and screaminggg! |
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My love is exploitation |
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And the passing celebration |
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And I don't want to feel |
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Like a part of history |
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And the grass is greener |
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On the other side |
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It's where I wanna be |
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Somewhere that she can really see |
