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Economic downturn you can get a job* |
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Apologetic parents you can get a job |
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Sometimes |
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I'm feeling just like |
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Cupid with a bow and arrow |
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And I'm firing it at people who remain too shallow |
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In the B R |
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I T I say |
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British Isles |
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The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild |
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Terror on the pavement, panic in the street |
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Tension in the twisted silence of our sheets |
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Sometimes |
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I lie awake for hours feeling so synthetic |
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While my eyes are screaming out for something way more epic |
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It's the B |
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R I T I say |
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British Isles |
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The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild |
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Terribly bold they try so hard |
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Never look up to see the stars |
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In the B R |
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I T I say |
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British Isles |
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Leeds screaming |
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Bristol torn |
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Belfast and |
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Hull forlorn |
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Oxford dreaming in denial |
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With all it's gleaming spires |
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Stoke bleeding |
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Glasgow yawns |
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Dundee and |
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Cardiff mourn |
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York breaking |
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Sheffield cries |
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All fears are multiplied |
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B R I T I say |
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British Isles |
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The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild |
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Terribly bold they try so hard |
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Never look up to see the stars |
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In the B R |
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I T I say |
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British Isles |
