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They're dropping bombs again |
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And they're doing it in your name |
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All the rational commentaries |
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In the papers that I read |
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Marmalade and buttered toast |
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And smell of Sunday roast |
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Kiss the arse of Uncle Sam |
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Oh to be an Englishman |
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When you hear the sound of warning |
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When the only colour is red |
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Red sky in the morning |
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Everywhere I'm seeing red |
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Dawn brings a day of hell |
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Hours that we pawn and sell |
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A single magpie in the tree |
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One for sorrow one for me |
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Kick it off the cliff I said |
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Now the line fucks up my head |
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Too late to change this mode |
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Break all my moral codes |
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When you hear the sound of warning |
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When the only colour is red |
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Red sky in the morning |
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Everywhere I'm seeing red |
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Running from myself again |
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And all I feel is shame |
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It doesn't matter where I go |
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Everywhere still looks the same |
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This sense of emptiness |
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As we create this mess |
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Self-destructive tendencies |
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Are what you mean to me |
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When you hear the sound of warning |
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When the only colour is red |
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Red sky in the morning |
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Everywhere I'm seeing red |
