| I was a gang from the wrong side of town
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| Thinking murder and lovesick drowned
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| So you wanna know all about loss?
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| It’s not the dying, it’s the trying to live without the «fuck you» eyes
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| You’re no friend of mine
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| Tired of the reasons why there was no you and I
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| When all I wanted to hear was «I love yous» and joy division
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| These bitter moments last for years
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| But that’s the last time you see these england tears
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| Screaming silence into bleeding ears
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| Still I search for a heart on the blood covered streets
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| A boy from the wrong side of life
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| With bike chain anthems to settle the score
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| But I would have stabbed my way through the crowds
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| To fall to my knees and say «Baby, be mine please»
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| Then when we walked people would talk
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| «There go the kids with no tomorrow»
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| Writing farewells in stone
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| Here lies another dead romeo"
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| I was so far gone
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| I was better off dead
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| I couldn’t see the end
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| My knives don’t bend so you can kiss your face goodbye
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| Cause it’s over, a tear for every taken life
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| Cried so many times but you’ll never see these tears again
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| It’s over, can’t go back on what’s said
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| A taste for love and death
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| Like when sharks and jets meet
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| I was too far gone |