| Dead dog in an alleyway, dusted with snow
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| On a bed of burst bin bags
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| Underneath the big fans
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| Behind the Premier Inn and for your eyes only
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| No fit place to spend the night —
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| Maybe I can go in the pedestrian tunnel
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| Stag do’s and football dicks
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| They give me the most shit
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| «Disgusting animal»
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| Ahh
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| Over there in the labyrinth of neon
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| You can hear the voices lift through the icy air
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| Hooting and projectile vomiting
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| And the distant sound of sirens
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| Dead dog in an alleyway, dreaming of home
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| In the moment just before I awake to a savage kicking
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| Blows rain down upon me through the blackness of my sleeping bag
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| Help me, help me, please help me
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| Won’t you please help me?
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| Anyone?
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| The city melts away into a crisp new day
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| I am still here
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| Ahh
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| Drifting off at the glowing Nando’s
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| You can hear the families chatter with each swing of the door
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| Music, tinkling cutlery, and the laughter of the little ones
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| Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh
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| Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh
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| Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Over there in the labyrinth of neon
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| You can hear the voices lift through the icy air
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| Hooting and projectile vomiting
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| And the distant sound of sirens |