We came across the North Sea with our carriers on our knees
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Wound up in some holding camp somewhere outside Leeds.
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Because we do not care to fight, my friends - we are the weeds.
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Because we got no homes they call us smelly refugees.
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Ah. We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth.
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Thru' cracks in the pavement: there weeds will grow - the places you don't go.
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This cut-price dairy produce that turns our bones to dust.
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You want some entertainment?
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Go on, shove it up me - if you must.
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Make believe you're so turned on by planting trees & shrubs
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But you come round to visit us when you fancy booze 'n' drugs.
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Ah. We are weeds, vegetation, etc.
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If you think it's a crime
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We'd like to get you out of your mind.
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It's just a matter of time, yeah
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We'd like to get you out of your mind.
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Gonna cut you down in your prime, yeah
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We'd like to get you out of your mind.
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For a little time: for all time.
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Weed.
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Weeds
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