| The old walls and the silence in me
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| The way you scream and you bawl at whatever you did
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| It’s never pleasant to show
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| But always pleasant in the chapters you flick through
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| And get through there’s one and there’s two
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| The orange fences blind me
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| The whirr of the cars and the rhythm of the street
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| The rain is always on show
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| It’s ever-present as the skyline wants to choke
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| All this hope, it’s lost, let’s not joke
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| Wants to soak, all this hope, it’s lost, lets not joke
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| I bought some flowers ya see
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| I placed 'em on the table and got down on one knee
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| But what you want you don’t get
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| It’s probably better if we never hold this reef of much grief
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| And lead the street march from deceit
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| Hold this reef of our grief and lead the street march from belief
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| The reef of grief, the reef of grief, the reef of grief
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| Street march deceit
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| The reef of grief, the reef of grief, the reef of grief
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| Street march deceit
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| Deceit
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| I got it canned near the Ibis Hotel
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| Up the road from the ruins of the Roman cartel
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| Sun beat down I tried to match it
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| Ya match don’t light then try and scratch it
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| Sun beat down I tried to match it
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| Ya match don’t light then try and scratch it
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| Scratch it up left, mess it up right
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| Do the fucking fox-trot anything ya like
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| Anything ya like, anything ya like
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| Anything ya like, anything ya like
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| The reef of grief, the reef of grief, the reef of grief
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| Street march deceit
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| The reef of grief, the reef of grief, the reef of grief
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| Street march deceit
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| Deceit, deceit, deceit
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| Robbin' bastard |