| Only the magical transit children
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| Sing-sing a lullaby, bah-bah-bah
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| Sitting on the pavement, sucking on a long straw
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| It’s colourful, it’s colourful, but it washes you out
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| Here is my violence and here is the excuse
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| I learnt it all, but only second-hand
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| Falling into walls, well, what is it with you?
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| You’d never know, never know, never know
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| We planned it all this way
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| We planned it all this way
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| Pressure on Julian
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| Swimming in yellow, pissy water
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| Sand getting in between the ears
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| No blood in head in this bloody weather
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| Irate people with yellow tongues
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| Only the magical transit children
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| Sing-sing a lullaby, bah-bah-bah
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| Falling into walls, well, what is it with you?
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| You’d never know, never know, never know
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| We planned it all this way
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| We planned it all this way
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| Pressure on Julian
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| There was pressure on Julian
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| Pushing trolleys in the car park
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| From B to A, then back to B
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| Pressure on Julian
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| He keeps passing out, poor little snout
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| The birds are singing at night
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| The birds are singing at night
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| Pressure on Julian
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| We planned it all this way
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| We planned it all this way
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| Pressure on Julian |