| Another morning in the city
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| Another morning in the gritty and so and so
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| Another young man got stabbed on the pavement
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| Then another young man never made it to the station
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| Tell his mother where she’s waiting
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| Another morning in the city
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| Another morning in the gritty and so and so
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| Did you see the smoke coming out of the flames here
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| And then they try and take a story out the papers
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| 80 dead, not one more person locked away yet
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| And so and so
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| Still seeing all blood in these lights, mud in these lies
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| Six o’clock news doesn’t cover these crimes
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| Cut corners and cost lives
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| Cut the poorest with no trial
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| No conviction and no distinction
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| Between what’s wrong here and what’s right
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| And do we honestly look by
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| It’s feeling grey in the blue sky
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| And the rain hits harder today
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| I see it’s come from the front page to the tenth page
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| Back to where no-one relates to the pain
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| No-one relates to the pain
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| Does anyone ever remember the flame
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| Remember the flames
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| Another morning in the city
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| Another morning in the gritty and so and so
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| Another young man got stabbed on the pavement
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| Then another young man never made it to the station
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| Tell his mother where she’s waiting
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| Another morning in the city
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| Another morning in the gritty and so and so
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| Did you see the smoke coming out of the flames here
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| And then they try and take a story out the papers
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| 80 dead, not one more person locked away yeah
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| And so and so
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| Where did all the care go
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| Where’s our halo
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| Disillusioned kids on the main road
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| Unheard of and unliked
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| Bloody murders and blue lights
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| Did you see on the timeline
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| No electric and no lights
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| Hold tight now because it’s a cold night
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| We’re on the pipe now
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| And if you don’t like it tell us pipe down
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| I keep dreaming of bad days
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| Keep dreaming of better ways
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| When we can trust anyone when no worries we can just go away
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| But for now just sitting on the train
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| Watching everybody’s face
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| Point to the floor through for another day
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| And can we even see the flames
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| And can we even see the flames
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| And can we even see the flames
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| So and so
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| So and so
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| Another morning in the city
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| Another morning in the gritty so and so
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| Another young man got stabbed on the pavement
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| Then another young man never made it to the station
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| Tell his mother where she’s waiting
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| Another morning in the city
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| Another morning in the gritty so and so
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| Did you see the smoke coming out of the flames here
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| And then they try and take a story out the papers
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| 80 dead, not one more person locked away yeah
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| And so and so |