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Once we were lovers |
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Against all the others |
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Simply defeated |
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They knew they were done for |
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Elected assassins |
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Or friends of assassins |
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I suppose under pressure |
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We drifted apart |
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Oh, what have they done for you? |
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Oh, what have they done for you? |
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We used to laugh in the sun |
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We made the philistines run |
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Now look what they've done |
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They become fascists |
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To save their interests |
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They think that the homeless |
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Should remain homeless |
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They try and make wild ones |
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Just good factory hands |
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But when you play their game |
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They give you your cards |
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Together we can vote them out |
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And make ours a better time |
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I'll see you on the barricades |
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On Bromford Bridge |
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And Saltley Gate & Vine |
