| This is your nightmare calling
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| It’s the downside of life in the city
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| Trouble will always find you
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| That’s the problem with life in the city
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| It’s always a pity
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| When someone goes under
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| I’ll show you the worst side of life
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| That you thought was forgotten forever
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| It’s not that it’s even there
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| But it’s always lurking around
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| Like a child of the Jago
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| A child of the Jago
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| Yeah yeah
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| The city’s a cemetery
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| And everywhere that you dig is another
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| Opening up beneath you
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| And the bad things are pulling you under
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| And once you go under
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| You’re gone and forgotten
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| There’s so little symmetry
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| Between the rooftop pools in the sewer
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| It’s easy to disappear
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| When you know that nobody would miss you
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| Like a child of the Jago
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| A child of the Jago
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| Yeah yeah
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| There’s always been weary souls
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| That look like they’re straight out of fiction
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| Wretched and weather-beaten
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| With the wind blowing rain in their faces
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| It always disgraces
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| The most modern places
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| There’s always a worse kind of place
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| Where it would shock even the sick or the twisted
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| The pocket is there for the picking
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| On the clothes of the living or just dead
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| The difference is minor
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| To a child of the Jago
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| Yeah yeah
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| The future is medieval
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| The future is medieval
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| The future is medieval
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| The future is medieval
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| Yeah yeah
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| The future is medieval
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| The future is medieval
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| The future is medieval
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| The future is medieval
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| Yeah yeah
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| The future is medieval
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| The future is medieval |