| New heart
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| New eyes
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| New vision
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| Well, I don’t own a bar
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| I can’t punch nothing
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| And sometimes I just wanna bang someone out
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| The days are long, inside I scream
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| At some of these people they’ve given me
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| And sometimes I just wanna bang someone out
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| Yards in green don’t go, they don’t look right round ere'
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| The lanes ain’t Donkey Kong on scumbag game
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| I get it posh, why should I leave?
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| The dirty tea bag I don’t want to keep
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| And sometimes I just wanna knock someone out
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| The plague rolls down from the hills up there
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| It’s fit for work if it can shit and stare
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| This is how it’s gone on in the United Kingdom
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| The plague rolls down from the hills up there
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| It’s fit for work if it can shit and stare
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| This is how it’s gone on in the United Kingdom
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| Won’t ya
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| New heart
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| New eyes
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| New vision
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| The Change. |
| orgs go slow
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| They don’t sit right, oh, dear
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| The door is always closed
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| You’re thinking wrong
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| The righteous gobbing sincerity
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| And this medieval constituency
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| I’m just so dry, I wanna bang someone out
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| The plague rolls down from the hills up there
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| It’s fit for work if it can shit and stare
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| This is how it’s gone on in the United Kingdom
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| The plague rolls down from the hills up there
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| It’s fit for work if it can shit and stare
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| This is how it’s gone on in the United Kingdom
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| Won’t ya
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| New heart
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| New eyes
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| New vision
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| New heart
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| New eyes
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| New vision
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| New heart
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| New eyes
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| New vision |