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And the churches won't stretch up through tarmac of flyovers, |
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The city don't smell like they said in the brochures, |
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And it's no longer surprising when lovers and lawyers they lie, |
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But I'd gladly put up with this shit 'til the day that I die. |
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Well we've had our problems but hey hasn't everyone? |
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As soon as they're gone we just drag in another one, |
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I can see that you're sad, but you say there's a lash in your eye, |
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And I'll gladly put up with your shit 'til the day that I die. |
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Yeah well.. I get the feeling I'm just not cut out for this, |
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All strategies, hidden agendas and politics, |
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But if we can stand before the legions of enemy, just you and I, |
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Then I'll gladly put up with this shit 'til the day that I die, |
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And oh well they will not hurt me at all, |
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Oh they will not hurt me at all, |
