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Hey little baby, I want to take you from here |
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Hey little baby, I don't want to see you on the gear |
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It's so hard to find your way back |
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Hey little baby, it's every parent's worst fear |
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For their child to end up on smack |
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There was pills, there was tabs |
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There was pain and needle jabs |
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And the ghosts overdoses |
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Replace the ghosts of tuberculosis |
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There was dust and there was liquid |
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You could buy for just a few quid |
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And escape out of the jungle |
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To return and crawl and stumble |
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Hey little baby, I want to take you from here |
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I want to take you away from here |
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Hey little baby, I don't want to see you on the gear |
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It's so hard to find your way back |
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Hey little baby, it's every parent's worst fear |
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For their child to end up on smack |
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You lie, high, cry, "Please don't go" |
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Now I walk along these streets |
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All the ghosts, they walk their beats |
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Up to flats and into stairwells |
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Where they lie in heroin hell |
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Little kids they walk right through them |
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I just hope they don't become them |
