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It was nothing like that in my day, not here in my town |
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We didn't get things all our way till we were full-grown |
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Now they go into pubs, and you're gonna get mugged in my town |
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So you read about it every day, in the headlines |
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How they take and take and drive away, sex and late nights |
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And it's gotta be wrong, because they're so young |
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They're only bits of kids, they're only bits of kids |
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It's always bits of kids today |
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She makes the breakfast, one of eight, all in one room |
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Each uncle's call keeps them up late, yes, in this town |
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And he won't go home. 'cos he'll just be alone till night time |
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They're bits of kids, they're only bits of kids |
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It's always bits of kids today |
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Broken cities, 'n' broken homes, bits of kids who don't grow whole |
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Broken cities, 'n' broken hearts, bits of people who fall apart |
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In my town |
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And it seems there's nothing anyway, not here in this town |
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Everything is only yesterday, and on the way down |
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And we're gonna be wrong, so we gotta be strong |
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In our own time |
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We're bits of kids, we're only bits of kids |
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It's always bits of kids today |
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Bits of kids, we're always, here in my town |