| CPC crew running, bring your knuckles to brawl
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| Down at British & Dominion, getting traditional
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| Paint it up, spike it out, the gang is ready tonight
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| Take the 42 north past Electric to ride
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| For few of us though, it could never come dead
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| It’s the noise noise noise that kept it so close
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| But the words were spoken «it's the last episode
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| «When the buses stopped running and the flask led to riot
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| Held our head past the shoulders to the new music reich
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| For few of us though, it could nver come dead
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| But th music and nostalgia burnt a hole in our heads
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| Our heads, heads
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| Staggering down memories lane
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| Deranged, grasping onto a past refrain
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| Staggering down dead memories slain
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| Deranged, holding onto a faded champagne
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| Gotta go for the glory or give up and fail
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| I’ve been stagnant sitting here
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| A waiting hands open tale
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| If you see me on the corner, begging, don’t pay my bail
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| I’m a bit more than nothing and your charity’s stale
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| I’ve been trying now for years fighting hand tooth and nail
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| But the sad truth is the poor get poorer and fail
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| Have I failed?
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| Staggering down memories lane
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| Deranged, grasping onto a past refrain
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| Staggering down dead memories slain
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| Deranged, holding onto a faded champagne
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| It’s the noise noise noise that kept it so close
|
| But the words were spoken «it's the last episode»
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| When the buses stopped running and the flask led to riot
|
| Held our head past the shoulders to the new music reich
|
| For few of us though, it could never come dead
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| For few of us though, it could never come dead
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| Staggering down dead memories slain
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| Deranged, grasping onto a past refrain
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| Staggering down dead memories slain
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| Deranged, staggering
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| Staggering down memories lane
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| Deranged, holding onto a past refrain
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| Staggering down dead memories slain
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| Deranged, holding onto a faded champagne |