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Take, take me to market |
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Come on take me down |
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To traditions and lifes hand me downs |
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It's a sin, sir, when you half realise |
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You gave in sir, become what you despise |
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So let's paint the town blood red, red tonight |
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We'll paint it red, it's a scarlet delight |
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Grind the meat, sir, time to taste the sublime |
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It is sweet, sirbut will turn to grime in time |
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Roll the dice, if you please |
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It's the reight of everyman |
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To compete, with sleaze |
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For someone to bear his brand so |
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Whatever happened you said |
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To all the things they promised you |
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Whatever happened you said |
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To all the things they should have done |
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Whatever happened you said |
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Whatever happened was beared |
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So I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now |
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Let's go |
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It's a sin, sir |
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When you half realise |
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You gave in sir |
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Become what you despise |
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Whatever happened to digital communication |
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All those empty promises, |
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They're still leaving me frustrated |
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Leaving me frustrated, why? |
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So I say goodbye |
