| I wander past the broken bones
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| I walk the streets that once we owned
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| I wander where I used to play
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| And wonder how we reached this day
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| Everywhere I go
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| It’s the same old situation
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| Everyone I know
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| It’s the same old conversation
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| Rushing fighting biting bloody noses everywhere
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| Is this really what you want
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| I ask you in all seriousness
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| Everything I hear
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| Is about the desperation
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| And everything held dear
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| Ends in wanton desecration
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| Smashing crashing breaking bloody mindlessness is everywhere
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| Is this what we really want
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| I ask you in all seriousness
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| I wander past the broken bones
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| I walk the streets that once we owned
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| I wander where we used to play
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| And wonder how we reached this day
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| I see the iron covered doors
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| I see my neighbours are no more
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| I see no end to all this mess
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| I let it go I must confess
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| I saw the flags and bunting fly
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| We drank and ate some apple pie
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| We celebrated in the street 'till dark
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| And conga’d 'cross into the park
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| I wonder where it all went wrong
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| I miss the place where I belong
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| I wander where I used to play |
| And wonder how we reached this day |