My cat says ack
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Hit the North, will ya Hit the North
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Would you credit it, town and county names exist like Bradford
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Just sav...
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Computers infest the hotels
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Cops [I'm, uh, wired] to catch criminals
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They're not too bad, I think what the hell, they talk to God
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Those were just savages, those were just savages
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In Him we trust
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Hit the North, will ya Hit the North
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Can't get a break on those estates, but what the heck.
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Under wrong influence from French corpse, light summer-type pale
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lemon clothes, young Connie-type aerobic chicks
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Manacled to the city, manacled to the city
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Those big big big wide streets
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Those useless MPs
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Those useless MPs
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Hit the North
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All estate agents alive yell down the nights in hysterical breath
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The government say, the government says
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Go forth, go forth
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No lights so pretty
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In the reflected mirror of delirium, Eastender and Victorian
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lager,
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the induced call, mysterious, comes forth - Hit the North
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HIT THE NORTH, V4, 5
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| The Fall |
