poorly - you're more than poorly jimmy
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more than that worse than that
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this is a case of photographs
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smudged and dropped and laughed at
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here's some things that came in post
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letters never sent but wrote
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shelves of books not opened
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browsed in and bored you unlocked things
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that should have been fastened down
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to be burned to be burned jimmy to be gone forever
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so you're down town raking bins
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through carry-outs and skins
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to find the hundred things that led you here
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so you're down town raking bins
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through carry-outs and skins
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to find the hundred things that led you here
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long night walking hills
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scratched and cut and bruised and hurt
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with all your tension and your guilt
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stories of the berr and care and speed you spilled
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pleased at your speaking and worried by the content
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about this love and this land and this firmament
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forgotten how to dream started just to scream
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forgotten to return to return jimmy to fight your way back
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so you're down town raking bins
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through carry-outs and skins
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to find the hundred things that led you here.
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so you're down town raking bins
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through carry-outs and skins
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to find the hundred things that led you here
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tired well i'm tired too jimmy
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more than that i'm angry at that
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well now that i'm finished
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this small town world seems so moch bigger
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between jobs and flags and parliaments
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but our small time world seems bigger
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and maybe more worth fighting for
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maybe at the heart of things
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they'll be clowns and we'll be kings
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so you're down town raking bins
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through carry-outs and skins
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to find the hundred things that led you here.
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so you're down town raking bins
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through carry-outs and skins
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to find the hundred things that led you here
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down town raking bins
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just to find the hundred things
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down town raking bins
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just to find the hundred things
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One Hundred Things
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| Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross |
