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There's a crack up in the ceiling |
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And the kitchen sink is leaking |
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Out of work and got no money |
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A Sunday joint of bread and honey |
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What are we living for? |
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Two-roomed apartment on the second floor |
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No money coming in |
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The rent collector's knocking, trying to get in |
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We are strictly second class |
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Now we don't understand |
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Dead end, why we should be on dead end street? |
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Dead end, people are living on dead end street |
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Dead end, gonna die on dead end street, no, no |
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Dead end street, yeah |
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Dead end street, yeah |
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On a cold and frosty morning |
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Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning |
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And my feet are nearly frozen |
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Boil the tea and put some toast on |
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What are we living for? |
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Two-roomed apartment on the second floor |
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No chance to emigrate |
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I'm deep in debt and now it's much too late |
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We both want to work so hard |
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But we can't get the chance |
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Dead end, why we should be on dead end street? |
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Dead end, people are living on dead end street |
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Dead end, gonna die on dead end street |
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Dead end street, yeah |
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Dead end street, yeah |
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Dead end street, yeah |
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Head to my feet, yeah |
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Dead end street |
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Dead end street, |
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I like that |
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How's it feel? |
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How's it feel? |
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Dead end street |
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Dead end street |
