| Lost in the high street, where the dogs run
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| Roaming suburban boys
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| Mother’s got her hairdo to be done
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| She says they’re too old for toys
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| Stood by the bus stop with a felt pen
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| In this suburban hell
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| And in the distance a police car
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| To break the suburban spell
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| Let’s take a ride
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| And run with the dogs tonight
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| In suburbia
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| You can’t hide
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| Run with the dogs tonight
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| In suburbia
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| Break the window by the town hall
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| Listen, a siren screams
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| There in the distance like a roll call
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| Of all the suburban dreams
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| Let’s take a ride
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| And run with the dogs tonight
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| In suburbia
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| You can’t hide
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| Run with the dogs tonight
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| In suburbia
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| I only wanted something else to do but hang around
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| I only wanted something else to do but hang around
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| Hang around
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| It’s on the front page of the papers:
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| «This Is Their Hour of Need»
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| Where’s a policeman when you need one
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| To blame the colour TV?
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| Let’s take a ride
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| And run with the dogs tonight
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| In suburbia
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| You can’t hide
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| Run with the dogs tonight
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| In suburbia
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| Take a ride
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| And run with the dogs tonight
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| In suburbia
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| You can’t hide
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| Run with the dogs tonight
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| In suburbia |