| Help me, protect me, get me out of this place
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| No chance, no hope in the rat race
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| They don’t care, they don’t see
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| Where you’ve been
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| They don’t wanna know
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| That you can’t cope with anything
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| No easy come, easy go
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| Not too fast, not too slow
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| Must get up, but you’ve pulled back down
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| If you mess around with fire
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| You’re gonna get yourself burnt
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| Hit it, break it, kick down the door
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| If you want some, you’ll get some of the action
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| They still laugh, at your part in their play
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| They hide the truth
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| Ain’t no cure for a messed up youth
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| No easy come, easy go
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| Not too fast, not too slow
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| Must get up, but you’ve pulled back down
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| If you mess around with fire
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| You’re gonna get yourself burnt
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| Can’t stand, can’t charge the social gangland
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| All stick together
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| You will never break their wall
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| They don’t care, they don’t see
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| Where you’ve been
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| They don’t wanna know
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| That you can’t cope with anything
|
| No easy come, easy go
|
| Not too fast, not too slow
|
| Must get up, but you’ve pulled back down
|
| If you mess around with fire
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| You’re gonna get yourself burnt |