| Lost in this skin, go witherin' down
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| Half-past seven on my upside down
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| Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I’ve been
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| Just know where I’m moving, gotta go it again
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| Lost on your estate, don’t know how
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| Leaving here, gotta get out now
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| Lost in this place, don’t know now
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| Leaving soon, but I love you now
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| Police out lookin' for a blonde-haired woman
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| She’s five-foot-five, last seen alive
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| By the Southern Fried Chicken on the High Street, bookin'
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| A cab from a man that you can’t describe
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| Her friends scream, «Rape! | 
| «, police, they flash by
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| Holdin' everybody up, but it’s over now
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| Found a tossed soul in an old suitcase
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| And a head floatin' high in the old canal
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| She says, I know you feel the rage
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| In the calibre of the cage
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| It makes you turn away
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| But I love you anyway
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| Yeah, April 23rd where the boys all look
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| St George’s Day, pray it don’t get much worse
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| And the young ones listen to the elders' words
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| And they rile them all up screamin', «Britain's First!»
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| Lean in slow, say, «It ain’t my bag»
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| So they call you a faggot and they push you back
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| They go out late night on the attack
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| And they beat a Tali-man with a baseball bat
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| She says, I know you feel the rage
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| In the calibre of the cage
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| It makes you walk away
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| And I love you anyway
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| She says, I know you feel the rage
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| In the calibre of the cage
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| It made you walk away
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| And I love you anyway
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| Friends all say you’re a coward now
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| And they make you sniff alone in the King and Cow
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| Never seen a girl with so much grace
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| She walked right by with a smile on her face
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| Said, I’ll be your friend whether using or not
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| It’s a fine line but it’s all I got
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| Wrapped in the cage, speak, pick up
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| And then you hold influence 'til the sun comes up
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| She says, I know you feel the rage
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| In the calibre of the cage
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| It makes you turn away
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| And I love you every day
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| She says, I know you feel the rage
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| It’s the calibre of the cage
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| It’s made you walk away
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| And I love you anyway
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| Whether you’re using or not
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| Whether you’re using or not
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| Whether you’re using or not
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| Whether you’re using or not
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| Whether you’re using or not
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| Whether you’re using or not
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| Whether you’re using or not
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| Whether you’re using or not |