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They're not fit to breathe our air |
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to breathe our air. |
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They've been warned a thousand times this year. |
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We were sold a sweet young lie, a sweet young lie. |
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Another tale from another English town |
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From another English town. |
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It's getting hard to breathe 'round here |
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to think 'round here. |
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And we've been sold a thousand lies this year. |
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We just want the quiet life |
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the quiet life. |
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But they won't stop till they see us in the ground. |
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'till they see us in the ground. |
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We don't want to fight |
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We want the quiet life |
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Wish our lives away |
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Wish our lives away |
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(6x) |
