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Chicken tikka bath salts found at bus stops |
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Social gravy - sweet momentum |
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Underneath the city of exploded children |
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Underneath the city everything is fine |
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Run to Dixons, sons of Hackney |
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Pleasure gardens kissed by landslides |
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Underneath the city of exploded children |
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Underneath the city everything is fine |
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Hunt where you eat |
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Make a stand where the elephants sleep |
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In the drum of a brand new watergun |
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Fall in lines on the common sheep |
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He is one, he is two |
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He is nothing to our thousands |
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The morning light will make our victory cleaner |
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Their minds will echo to our rhapsody |
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In four weeks time we will break our fast |
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And the weight will re-appear |
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And we'll never get home cos nobody does |
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And we'll never go poor in spite of ourselves |
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And the smell of smoke will collect in their bones |
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From Aberdeen to the edge of the world |
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Fall in lines on the common sheep |
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He is one, he is two |
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He is nothing to our thousands |
