| Desperation on every street corner
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| Let the blues through, they’ll restore order
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| They are not bad men
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| They’re in schools, they’re your boyfriends
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| A man shot dead while the world slept
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| The killer free, the police said
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| «a spider lived under my bed
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| And I was scared, I broke its legs»
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| These days have no up or down
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| What the fuck keeps us hanging around?
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| In the barracks, behind the keyboards
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| We are the bird-song, we are the seabed
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| Back in the trees, saying words wrong
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| The bailiffs climb and find us
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| Holding water in our hands
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| A nurse was thrown into their van
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| «an avalanche fell from your roof
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| You let it drown and bury you"
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| When you hold them to account
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| They’ll spit you out
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| Just a bad taste in their mouth |