Dirty streets and dirty deals
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Doesnt need thinking about
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Nor when you're eating your home-cooked meals but
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Actually it fucking does
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Dirty streets and dirty deals
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Doesnt need thinking about
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Nor when you're eating your home-cooked meals but
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Actually it fucking does
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The time that it takes is long
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And the hurt that it makes is strong
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And those eyes that you see are so young
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They're so young
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The backs of trucks covered in dirt
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Dirt from the road from the track
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Dirt from the devil himself
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I cant see a way of you getting back
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Oh, dirty human being
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Everyday, day after day, day after day
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Well, there's no way
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You'll get away
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And the time that it takes is long
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And the hurt that it makes is strong
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And those eyes that you see are young
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They're so young
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These are the dirty deals
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These are the dirty deals
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These are the dirty dirty dirty dirty deals
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And home is where the heart is
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But I dont see any heart left in you and
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Home is where the heart is
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But I dont see any heart left in you and
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Home is where the heart is
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But I dont see any heart left in you and
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Home is where the heart is
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But I dont see any heart left in you
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It's been, been ripped and sliced and torn
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Been kicked and beat and smashed and
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It's just a routine, just something
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Just something that you do every day
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There's no hope of getting away
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Home is where the heart is
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But I dont see any heart left in you and
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Couldn't be, not really, not after what you've been through
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So, what's left?
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What does the world see?
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You're just a piece of dirt where a heart used to be
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You're just a piece of dirt where a heart used to be
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You're just a piece of dirt where a heart used to be
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You're just a piece of dirt where a heart used to be
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You're just a piece of dirt where a heart used to be
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Dirt
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| Kate Nash |
