| I fled a pale grey town,
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| Well I was catapulted over the wall,
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| I came a great way down,
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| And though it wasn’t clear at the time,
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| I had further to fall,
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| I used to dream at night,
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| That I could be the belle of the ball,
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| I gained a stone cold fright,
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| Well it was pleasing me, deep down,
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| Everybody you meet wants to knock your, teeth out,
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| 'Cause your an enemy of reason and serenity now.
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| I tried to shake my curse,
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| But I never found the method I needed,
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| I only make things worse,
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| Down every avenue that I stroll,
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| My reputation proceeded,
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| You know it breaks my spine,
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| When I think of every inch I conceded,
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| But if you take that line,
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| It’s worth considering, deep down,
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| Everybody you meet wants to knock your, teeth out,
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| 'Cause your an enemy of reason and serenity now.
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| You know it breaks my spine,
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| When I think of every inch I conceded,
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| But if you take that line,
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| It’s worth considering, deep down,
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| Everybody you meet wants to knock your, teeth out,
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| 'Cause your an ally of corruption and obscenity,
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| Your an enemy of reason and serenity now. |