| The tables covered in beer
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| Showbizwhines, minute detail
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| Its a hand on the shoulder in Leicester Square
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| Its vaudeville pub back room dusty pictures of White frocked girls and music teachers
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| The beds too clean
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| The waters poison for the system
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| Then you know in your brain
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| LEAVE THE CAPITOL!
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| EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL!
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| Then you know you must leave the capitol
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| Straight home (x3)
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| One room, one room
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| Then you know in your brain
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| You know in your brain
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| LEAVE THE CAPITOL!
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| EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL!
|
| Then you know you must leave the capitol
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| Straight home (x3)
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| Then you know in your brain
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| You know in your brain
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| Leave The Capitol!
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| Then you know you must leave the capitol
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| It will not drag me down
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| I will leave this ten times town
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| I will leave this fucking dump
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| One room, one room
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| Hotel maids smile in unison
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| Then you know in your brain
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| You know in your brain
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| LEAVE THE CAPITOL
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| EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL
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| Then you know you must leave the capitol
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| I laughed at the great God Pan
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| I didnae, I didnae
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| I laughed at the great god Pan |
| I didnae, I didnae, I didnae, I didnae
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| LEAVE THE CAPTIOL
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| EXIT THE ROMAN SHELL
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| Then you know you must leave the capitol
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| Pan resides in welsh green masquerades
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| On welsh cat caravans
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| But the monty
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| Hides in curtains
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| Grey blackish cream
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| All the paintings you recall
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| All the side stepped cars
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| All the brutish laughs
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| From the flat and the wild dog downstairs |