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It's that summer of the evening |
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Get ready and roll the cassette |
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There's boys outside preaching genocide |
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And trying to think up some sort of threat |
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And the ladies in the cloakroom |
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Take no notice of me |
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I wish myself was back at home |
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But there's nothing safe in watching TV |
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There's something born tomorrow |
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That I lost when I was out for a drink |
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How many gangs is it gonna take |
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To change the way I think? |
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It takes more than good intentions |
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And a big bloke on the door |
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Though it's never the same after the first time |
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That doesn't stop them coming back for more |
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Fighting in the dance halls happens anyway |
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Sometimes it makes me stop and think |
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Sometimes it makes me turn away |
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Sometimes it makes me stop and think |
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Sometimes it makes me turn away |
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Sometimes it makes me stop and think |
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But most times it makes me run away |