| You know, had to know what it felt like
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| Felt like the world, weren’t beneath my feet
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| Said a distant voice, on the end of the other line
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| And I think there’s a part of me
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| Limbering sober limbs on a beach
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| She fell asleep in the sunshine
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| Just a tiny little part of me
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| Baked bean of mythology, that humbles pie
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| Hello, is there anyone in there?
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| Oh the adverts, the TV
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| The sofa’s best friends for another week
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| (All of this, but I still feel so empty inside)
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| And outside was the world shrinking?
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| Pavement still sinking
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| Beneath another creep, another night
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| Sometimes I could feel so weak
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| Ain’t had a drink for weeks
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| He needs peanuts, needs a pint
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| I hope I don’t become these at the bar
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| They speak of tales so near, yet so far
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| And some had even lost their minds
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| And Tony said «that he went, and he went, and he went
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| And he went, and he went, and he went
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| And I went
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| And he thinks it’s a lie!
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| And Errol dreamt that he’d watched 'Babylon'
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| Again and again and again and again and again!
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| On London live, just last night!
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| (Another seahorse grows inside)
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| Another seahorse grows inside
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| Twenty-four, in the cells, bitten styrofoam cups to hell
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| Of teas a plenty
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| And all alone, his rib cage xylophone
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| And for he who spied
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| The uniform that I believe those racist police
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| Who still sit there to this day
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| And sat there way back in '89
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| And after all, the type O negative painted the walls
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| All the irreparable damage to your skull!
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| They said your brain might never be the same!
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| But at least you’re still, one of a kind!
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| And if all that scum rose to the top
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| Then why were we left behind? |
| (Since day one)
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| Another seahorse floats on by
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| Another seahorse grows inside
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| Another seahorse grows inside
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| Another seahorse grows inside
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| Another seahorse grows inside |