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Panic on the streets of London |
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Panic on the streets of Birmingham |
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I wonder to myself |
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Could life ever be sane again? |
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The Leeds side-streets that you slip down |
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I wonder to myself |
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Hopes may rise on the Grasmere |
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But Honey Pie, you're not safe here |
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So you run down |
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To the safety of the town |
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But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle |
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Dublin, Dundee, Humberside |
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I wonder to myself |
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Burn down the disco |
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Hang the blessed DJ |
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Because the music that they constantly play |
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IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE |
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Hang the blessed DJ |
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Because the music they constantly play |
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On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down |
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Provincial towns you jog 'round |
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Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ |
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Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ |
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HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ |
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HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ |
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HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ |
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Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ |
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HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ |
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HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ |
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Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ |
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HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ |
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HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ |
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Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ |
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HANG THE DJ |
