| I remember every second of youth’s grief
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| My two feet stepping through the sections of New Street
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| Have you ever seen death as a kid?
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| Seen your best friends' parents injecting a pin?
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| I was wise by age five, heroin’s grip
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| I saw my friends mum die right next to the bin
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| The lesson begins, you’ve never seen a hippy speed addict
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| Try and tell your little sister that he’s yet to breath magic
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| You ever seen your step dad in rage?
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| And your mum press the buttons for a smack in the face?
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| So back in the days, I went to see my dad in a prison
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| If you’ve never seen that best be glad that you didn’t
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| From rags to the ribbons I’ve been listening plus
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| I witnessed enough to disrupt my vision of trust
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| Big and you’re tough? |
| As if you think I’m giving a fuck
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| I’m skinny and bruck and hustling so give me your stuff!
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| Now I remember seeing Gary with the scabby arms
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| Peddling my raleigh past his happy little scaggy stance
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| Puffy elbows were bigger than a tennis ball
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| Listen it’s an intellect a kid could never get at school
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| I had stories I didn’t wanna tell a fool
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| And figured in my head I wasn’t living very well at all
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| And nothing in the fucking fridge was ever edible
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| Juggling the quids through the summer at the festivals |