| All the people going nowhere
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| Going nowhere slow
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| All the people going nowhere
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| Going nowhere slow
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| I saw the apocalypse licking it’s lips
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| Sat in a van on the M25
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| You could just sit and stare, it was going nowhere
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| Chances are it will never arrive
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| In my car, well, I don’t go far
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| And it’s driving me insane
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| All the people going nowhere
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| Going nowhere slow
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| All the people going nowhere
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| Going nowhere slow
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| Went to the park and ride
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| But the city had parked then died
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| There’s nothing left there anyway
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| Back to the motorway
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| Fell asleep like yesterday
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| Maybe I dreamed it, I couldn’t say
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| In my car, well, I don’t go far
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| And it’s driving me insane
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| I saw the apocalypse swinging it’s hips
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| All the people going nowhere
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| Going nowhere slow
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| All the people going nowhere
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| Going nowhere slow
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| All the people going nowhere
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| Going nowhere slow
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| All the people going nowhere
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| Going nowhere slow |