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There are those
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Spend the night
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Under bridges
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Over by the river
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Down in the park
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Through the winter
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But there's a house
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That i know
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Safe and warm
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And no-one ever goes there
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Down where the priests
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Bless the wine
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She's been born into the wrong time
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She keeps nonsense on her mind
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She's a poet, she's a builder
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She's as bored as bored can be
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She's a have-not, she's a know-all
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She knows just how to say yes
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She's skating frozen chaos
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Till the no good gods are dead
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But sometimes in the dead of night
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Woken by the city lights
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She wonders how she keeps alive...
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This is the girl who
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Lost the house which
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Paid to the man who
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Put up the rent and
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Threw out the girl to
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Feather his own sweet home
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She's a clueless social climber
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Likes the wrong side of the bed
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She's a pick-me-up and she's a drink-to-me
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In the company of friends
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She's tried every variation
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She's so common, she's so cold
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She's homesick for a future
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Can't stomach what she's told
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On every street in every town
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All her days are up and down
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At home among the lost-and-founds...
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This is the girl who
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Lost the house which
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Paid to the man who
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Put up the rent and
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Threw out the girl to
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Feather his own sweet home
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Here's the good samaritan
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Looks away and carries on
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The Big Issue
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Chumbawamba |