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Slight |
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Bowel movements |
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Preceded |
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The bloodless coup |
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Though no-one |
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Must know it |
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I am at fault |
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I introduced |
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Reginald J. Trotsfield |
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To his lieutenant |
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The fearsome Brown |
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On Friday nights they gather on the bridges |
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With no intention of coming down |
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Above the tracks (Above the tracks) |
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Above the tracks (Above the tracks) |
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There is no mercy |
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There is no fear |
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Above the tracks (Above the tracks) |
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Above the tracks (Above the tracks) |
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There is no mercy |
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There is no fear |
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There is no fear |
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Still |
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The train will |
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Invariably |
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Come to a halt |
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The Wild West |
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Would eat it |
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We let it rot |
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I introduced |
|
Reginald J. Trotsfield |
|
To his lieutenant |
|
The fearsome Brown |
|
On Friday nights they gather on the bridges |
|
With no intention of coming down |
|
Above the tracks (Above the tracks) |
|
Above the tracks (Above the tracks) |
|
There is no mercy |
|
There is no fear |
|
Above the tracks (Above the tracks) |
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Above the tracks (Above the tracks) |
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There is no mercy |
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There is no fear |
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Reginald, I, I cannot love you |
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I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself |
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The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories |
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Though they are barely more than stories |
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They wandered through our homes at night |
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Reginald, I, I cannot love you |
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I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself |
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The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories |
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Though they are barely more than stories |
|
They wandered through our homes at night |
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Reginald, I, I cannot love you |
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I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself |
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The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories |
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Though they are barely more than stories |
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They wandered through our homes in the dead of night |
