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Fish from the paper, fresh from the sea |
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The cracks in the pavement, the city in siege |
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I don't know where to replace it or who to believe |
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Can't find on the pavement or lay on his knees |
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Scratching around in a second I got where you should be |
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We're going to wake up the nation, don't be no drag |
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Shake up the station, a night up ahead |
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We're going to wake up the nation, don't be no drag |
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Shake up the station, a night on our hands |
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Nowhere to be |
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Nowhere to be |
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Get your face off the Facebook and turn off your phone |
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The death of the post box, no one is home |
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Scratching around in a second I got where you should be |
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Nowhere to be |
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Nowhere to be |
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We're going to wake up the nation, don't be no drag |
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Shake up the station, a night up ahead |
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We're going to wake up the nation, don't be no drag |
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Shake up the station, a night on our hands |
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We're going to wake up the nation, don't be no drag |
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Shake up the station, a night up ahead |
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We're going to wake up the nation, don't be no drag |
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Shake up the station, a night on our hands |
