I remember thinking murder in the car
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Watching dogs somersault
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Through sprinkles on tiny laws
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I remember the graffti, we are your children
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Coming in with spray cans of paint
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I remember the sunset and the plains of cement
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And the way the nights seems to turn the colour
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of orangeade
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In this town cellular phones are hot with thieves
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In this town we all go to terminal pubs
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It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life
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From this town the English Army grind
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Their teeth to glass
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You'll get kicked tonight
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Smell of puke and piss
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Smell of puke and piss on your stillettoes
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Here comes the panic attack
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My heart stops then starts
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Give me a drink
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I'll drink your round
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I'll take you round the pole
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It's cold up here
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You'll catch the flu or you'll catch the city
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Either way, you'll catch the flu
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Or you'll catch the city
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