| A cripple walks amongst you
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| All you tired human beings
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| He’s got all the things a cripple has not
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| Two working arms and legs
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| And vital parts fall from his system
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| And dissolve in Scottish rain
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| But vitally, he doesn’t miss them
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| He’s too fucked up to care
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| Is that you in front of me?
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| Coming back for even more of exactly the same
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| You must be a masochist
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| To love a modern leper on his last leg, on his last leg
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| I’ve crippled your heart a hundred times
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| And still can’t work out why
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| You see, I’ve got this disease
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| That I can’t shake and I’m just rattling through life
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| Well, this is how we do things now
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| Yeah, this is how the modern stay scared
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| So I cut out all the good stuff
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| Yeah, I cut off my foot to spite my leg
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| Well, is that you in front of me
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| Coming back for even more of exactly the same?
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| You must be a masochist
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| To love a modern leper on his last leg
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| Well, I am ill but I’m not dead
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| And I don’t know which of those I prefer
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| Because that limb which I have lost
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| Well, it was the only thing holding me up, holding me up
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| Well, I’m lying on the ground now
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| And you’re walking through the only door
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| Well, I have lost my eyesight like I said I would
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| But I still know
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| That that is you in front of me
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| And you’re back for even more of exactly the same
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| Well are you a masochist?
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| To love a modern leper on his last leg
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| And you’re not ill and I’m not dead
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| And doesn’t that make us the perfect pair?
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| Just you and me, we’ll start again
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| And you can tell me all about what you did today
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| What you did today |