Fish from the paper
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Fresh from the sea
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Cracks in the pavement
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The city in siege
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I don't know where to escape it or who to believe
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I can't find an opinion that ain't oin its knees
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Stratching around in a second hand gown when you shouldn't be
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We're gonna wake up the nation and don't be no drag
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Shake up the station and out of their hands
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We're gonna wake up the nation and don't be no drag
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Shake up the station and out of their hands
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Nowhere to be
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Nowhere to bleed
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Get ya face out the Facebook and turn off your phone
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What with the the death of the post box, nowhere feels home
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Scratching around in a second hand gown when you shouldn't be
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Wake Up the Nation
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| Paul Weller |
