| I am waiting for a man
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| To collect me from the station
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| He will drive me past your house
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| And the bridge and the precinct
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| Later on he’ll stuff my mouth
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| With flies, sit astride me
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| I am waiting for a man
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| To collect me from the station
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| And the kids around the flats
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| The mums and dads, your uncle
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| And I’m never going back
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| To your old school
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| Some blank verse from Michael Ray
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| Blue and white power on his fifteenth
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| Join the army or the National Front
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| When you’re sixteen
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| Mickey says you were undressed
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| Easily led in the back field
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| Maybe I could come around
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| Your brother’s out, cop a feel
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| And the kids around the flats
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| The mums and dads, your uncle
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| And I’m never going back
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| To your old school, school
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| I am standing in the front room
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| With your mother and your father
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| I am talking to a man
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| Who says he baptized you
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| On the way back from the church
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| Your brother got home early
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| I am waiting for a man
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| To collect me from the station
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| Does the aerosol on brick
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| Just make you think you still rule?
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| And I’m never going back
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| To your old school
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| And the kids around the flats
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| The mums and the dads, your uncle
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| And I’m never going back
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| To your old school, to your old school |