| Mark was there, he was chasing tail, the urban genie
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| On the door got offered the manners test and failed
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| That girl who said she was your friend but you really hated
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| Her was there in her element as two chunky thick set
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| Skinheads gyrated her
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| I was sulking by the cigarette machine by the back bar
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| This time you’ve gone too far
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| I’ll be minding your drink as you go to the RBS
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| Cash machine, don’t sniff keep it clean
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| What should I do now I am all alone?
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| The rest of the world has gone home
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| I tried to paint you my feelings through this verse
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| Just like Neil Young did in the back of his hearse
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| But you won’t hear much of that though in here though
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| It’s full of cheerful chaps who whistle and leer and live on their own
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| I’ll be sulking by the cigarette machine by the back bar
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| This time you’ve gone too far
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| I’ll be minding your drink as you go to the RBS
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| Cash machine, don’t sniff keep it clean
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| What should I do now I am all alone?
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| The rest of the world has gone home
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| The Deansgate fireflies they blink and wink at me
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| I haven’t felt this alone since my art GCSE
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| And don’t bother with the tears tomorrow
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| You’re always doing it, you’re always doing it
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| You’re always bloody doing it
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| I’ll be sulking by the cigarette machine by the back bar
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| This time you’ve gone too far
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| I’ll be minding your drink as you go to the RBS
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| Cash machine, don’t sniff keep it clean
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| What should I do now I am all alone?
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| The rest of the world has gone home |