| They’re not fit to breathe our air
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| To breathe our air
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| They’ve been warned a thousand times this year
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| We were sold a sweet young lie, a sweet young lie
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| Another tale from another English town
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| From another English town
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| It’s getting hard to breathe 'round here
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| To think 'round here
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| And we’ve been sold a thousand lies this year
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| We just want the quiet life
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| The quiet life
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| But they won’t stop till they see us in the ground
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| 'till they see us in the ground
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| We don’t want to fight
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| We want the quiet life
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| Wish our lives away
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| Wish our lives away |