A winter wind blows, in from the north,
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Scratches your spine, cold like the forth.
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But you're a long way from home,
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Through the dark we tiptoe,
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The hospital looms, as we walk fleet road.
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Hold your tongue,
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Swallow your venom,
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You're too young,
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Hold your tongue.
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No push and no shove,
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Spit your verbal mace,
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Hate can turn to love not this for this human race,
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Ohhhh!!!
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Hold your tongue,
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Swallow your venom,
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You're too young,
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Hold your tongue.
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Hold your tongue, (my heart...)
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Swallow your venom, (will explode)
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You're too young, (as we walk...)
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Hold your tongue. (...the fleet road)
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Walk The Fleet Road
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