| You said I was northern scum
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| I was wounded baby
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| That’s fighting talk where I’m from
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| And I’m not moving baby
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| Spent my life dancing with shadows in strobe lights
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| It’s alright, everything mellows in sunlight
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| And now London’s got its gimmicks
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| And New York’s had its minute
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| But Knutsford City limits
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| I’ll never change
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| I’ve been running nearly all my life
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| It left me broken baby
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| When the meter ran out on life
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| I used my tokens lady
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| Spent my life dancing with shadows in strobe lights
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| Now it’s alright, everything mellows in sunlight
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| And now London’s got its gimmicks
|
| And New York’s had its minute
|
| But Knutsford City limits
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| I’ll never change
|
| London’s got its gimmicks
|
| And New York’s had its minute
|
| But Knutsford City limits
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| I’ll never change
|
| I’ve been running nearly all my life
|
| It left me broken baby
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| When the meter ran out on life
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| I used my tokens lady
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| You said I was Northern scum
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| I was wounded baby
|
| That’s fighting talk where I’m from
|
| And I’m not moving baby
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| London’s got its gimmicks
|
| And New York’s had its minute
|
| But Knutsford City limits
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| I’ll never change
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| Saw one transmission
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| On the television
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| Saying I can’t do my job
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| Well I just kept dancing
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| Don’t hate me 'cause I’m handsome
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| And the beat will never stop
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| Saw one transmission
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| On the television
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| Saying I can’t do my job
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| Well I just keep dancing
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| Don’t hate me 'cause I’m handsome
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| And the beat will never stop |