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Rat catch an early recollection of group disorder in our street |
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With half bricks and sticks and sticks of which |
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Whack me on the head |
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Not quite hard enough a thump to determine the nature of things |
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Not quite hard enough a thump to determine the nature of things |
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So, hold still, still, still, |
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I'll nail you down |
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So, hold still, still, still, |
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I'll nail you down |
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So who put those questions there coming at you double quick fire |
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The first hit of political stick left a bright red sting |
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Not quite hard enough a thump to determine the nature of things |
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Not quite hard enough a thump to determine the nature of things |
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So, hold still, still, still, |
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I'll nail you down |
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So, hold still, still, still, |
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I'll nail you down |
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Thing is you cant grow back what is mowed down |
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Thing is your own back yard is overgrown |
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Thing is you cant grow back what is mowed down |
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Thing is your own back yard is overgrown |
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(guitar solo) |
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Knocks and blows and bitterness fashion more much more then sympathy |
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Storms of stones and sticks and half bricks |
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Reflect how it all is |
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Storms of stones and sticks and half bricks |
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The very perfect nature of things |
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Storms of stones and sticks and half bricks |
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The very perfect nature of things |
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So, hold still, still, still, |
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I'll nail you down |
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So, hold still, still, still, |
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I'll nail you down |
