| That suicide on Downing Street
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| They found him burning in his car
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| He paid the price for what we are
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| A stroke of luck, a trick of fate
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| The life I build, the mess I make
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| Too young to retire, too old to live
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| This message all he had to give
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| Derek Bainbridge did not die in vain
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| And I will sing his sad luck story
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| Desparation is a warning flame
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| Now we stand or fall with Derek Bainbridge
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| He came 160 miles
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| To wipe away all those smug smiles
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| The empty hours dragging by
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| His spirit withered up inside
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| He felt the man that he could be
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| Was only wasted potential
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| He went swimming in the deep forbidden sea
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| Looking for that extra dimension
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| In a selfish blue nation
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| It was no personal defeat
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| That suicide on Downing Street
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| You cannot call us civilized
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| As long as one life is denied
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| Swinging on a one-way pendulum
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| Driving down a dead end highway
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| Desparation is a warning flame
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| Now we stand or fall
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| Do we stand or fall |