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I don't like the words that the birds are singing. |
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I hate their ugly voices and the messages they're bringing. |
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But if everyone can start again and everyone can win then |
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I'll re-arrange the place that |
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I'm in. And |
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I can't stick the way that they flap and flutter. |
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They whisper |
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I'm a cunt and they cackle and they mutter. |
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But I'm sure |
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I heard them reassure me everything ends as |
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I walked away from all my fake friends. |
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They've scrutinised the mistakes |
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I've been making. |
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They know who |
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I've fucked, they know what |
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I've taken. |
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They've seen me in the shower with shit down my legs. |
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They've seen me searching a stranger's house for dregs. |
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I used to think they loved me, but now |
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I know it's pity and they know that they can always flee this fucking city. |
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They even said they'd help me out and give me a head start and they know that these days my cock's as numb as my heart. |
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New blood flows. |
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Old faces go. |
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I like the new ones better. |
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I think I like these girls. |
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Feels like |
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I've travelled miles. |
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Now I want to party all the time. |
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Now I want to party all the time again. |