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It was nothing like that in my day, not here in my town
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We didn't get things all our way till we were full-grown
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Now they go into pubs, and you're gonna get mugged in my town
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So you read about it every day, in the headlines
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How they take and take and drive away, sex and late nights
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And it's gotta be wrong, because they're so young
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They're only bits of kids, they're only bits of kids
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It's always bits of kids today
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She makes the breakfast, one of eight, all in one room
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Each uncle's call keeps them up late, yes, in this town
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And he won't go home. 'cos he'll just be alone till night time
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They're bits of kids, they're only bits of kids
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It's always bits of kids today
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Broken cities, 'n' broken homes, bits of kids who don't grow whole
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Broken cities, 'n' broken hearts, bits of people who fall apart
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In my town
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And it seems there's nothing anyway, not here in this town
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Everything is only yesterday, and on the way down
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And we're gonna be wrong, so we gotta be strong
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In our own time
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We're bits of kids, we're only bits of kids
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It's always bits of kids today
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Bits of kids, we're always, here in my town
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BITS OF KIDS
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| Stiff Little Fingers |