There’s always something pulling me down
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Always someone hanging around
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And I can’t seem to get away
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It’s always someone doing me in
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Always something under my skin
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And I can’t seem to wash it clean
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Clean is not for you, she says
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It’s for the others
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So leave it alone
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And I just can’t find a stomach to eat
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I’m un-inclined towards the people I meet
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So where on earth does that leave you?
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Clean is not for you, she says
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It’s for the others
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So leave it alo-o-o-ne
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It’s always somethin’
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It’s always somethin’
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Or someone,
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fuckin’ with me
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Clean is not for you, she says
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It’s for the others
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So leave it alo-o-o-ne
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| Wakefield |
