| Its that summer of the evening
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| Get ready and roll the cassette
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| Theres boys outside preaching genocide
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| And trying to think up some sort of threat
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| And the ladies in the cloakroom
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| Take no notice of me
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| I wish myself was back at home
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| But theres nothing safe in watching tv Theres something born tomorrow
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| That I lost when I was out for a drink
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| How many gangs is it gonna take
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| To change the way I think
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| It takes more than good intentions
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| And a big bloke on the door
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| And though its never the same after the first time
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| That doesnt stop them coming back for more
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| Fighting in the dance halls happens anyway
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| Sometimes it makes me stop and think
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| Sometimes it makes me turn away
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| Sometimes it makes me stop and think
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| Sometimes it makes me turn away
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| Sometimes it makes me stop and think
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| But most times it makes me run away |