| Streets I ran — this whole town —
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| Backstreets and all — I wanted to leave there
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| But no matter how fast I ran, my feet were glued, I just couldn’t move
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| There
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| I saw the hate and lots of people
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| I heard my name called above the noise
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| I tried to speak but my tongue was tied
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| Bumped into emptiness and started to cry — oh no
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| I saw the lights and the pretty girls
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| And I thought to myself what a pretty world
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| But there’s something else here that puts me off
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| And I’m so scared dear, my love comes in frozen packs
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| Bought in a supermarket
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| Streets I ran, through wind and rain
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| Around this place amongst streaming sunshine
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| Scared I was, sweating now
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| Feeling of doom, my bowels turned to water
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| I felt hot breath whisper in my ear
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| I looked for somewhere to hide but everywhere’s closed
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| I shut my eyes pretend not to be here
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| This feeling’s much to real to ever disappear — oh no
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| I saw the lights and the pretty girls
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| And I thought to myself what a pretty world
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| But there’s something else here that puts me off
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| And I’m so scared dear, their hate comes in frozen packs
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| Bought in a supermarket
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| And I’m so scared dear —
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| My love comes in frozen packs |