| And then the crap kicks in
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| Makes everything go thin
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| Lost out, square one grout
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| Weather bangs on my door
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| Experts come out, the dud work
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| Chirping on about, ya music moves
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| You run a crap club in Brum, you lose
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| I won, I won
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| Silent dreams are a blag on time
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| They get away with the worst crimes
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| You fall fast in a void of pain
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| Only to remember that you still remain
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| Death defying voices die
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| Ain’t no beacon in the sound guy
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| You fall fast in a void of pain
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| Only to remember that you still remain
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| Still remain, still remain
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| Silly man, don’t win, he’s got a gob on him
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| He talks about my life in strife, why?
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| He doesn’t know me or my wife or kid
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| He needs to shut his lid
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| I got belly pork sliding off me
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| Choose the menu and got blanked by you
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| Silly me
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| Silly you
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| Silly me
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| Silent dreams are a blag on time
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| They get away with the worst crimes
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| You fall fast in a void of pain
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| Only to remember that you still remain
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| Death defying voices die
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| Ain’t no beacon in the sound guy
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| You fall fast in a void of pain
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| Only to remember that you still remain
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| Still remain, still remain
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| Still remain, still remain
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| The dud work bench is chipped up, ripped up slime
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| The dud work bench is a ticket and the ticket is mine
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| The dud work bench is chipped up, ripped up slime
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| The dud work bench is a ticket and the ticket is mine
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| All mine
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| It’s mine
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| All mine |