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Broken bottles, and a broken nose |
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No reason not to lounge in a pose |
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I could stand in shade light and laugh at you |
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You were wrong - it's happened to you too |
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This is the new circuit |
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Tell me of your pain |
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'Shove you around?', now close the door |
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This is not love |
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This is my sort of softly touching you |
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A Brownian motion of whacks on your face |
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'Who are you?' |
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Hat-stand man-man in a fancy suit |
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He's a laugh, it's him and Jim and his prostitute |
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Gold teeth spat out onto the concrete street |
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Get into the car with its vinyl seats |
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This is the new circuit |
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Tell me of your pain |
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'Shove you around?', now close the door |
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This is not love |
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This is my sort of softly touching you |
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A Brownian motion of whacks on your face |
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'who are you?' |
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This is not the new man |
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'who are you?' |
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This is not the new man |
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This is not love |
