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Lay |
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Lay |
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Lay |
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Armageddon |
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This beautiful tree |
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Boo hoo |
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Give up living |
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Ample |
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Eye |
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They give in |
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On the buses, up the stair |
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By the television |
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Pretend to learn |
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Where's the lay of the land |
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My son |
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Where's the lay of the land |
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My son |
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What's the lie of the land |
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My son |
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The last briton on the street |
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He's in a radio fuzz |
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He's dead and beat |
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No longer reflects our daft fate |
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We'll leave this city |
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Hit a quick coach, take the town in surrey |
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There's no-one here but crooks and death |
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Kerb-crawlers,of the worst order |
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Where's the lay of the land |
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My son |
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What's the lie of the land |
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My son |
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Eldritch house |
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With green moss |
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Sound of ordinary on the waves |
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Tiles drip from its roof |
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Home secretary has a weird look |
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Where's the lay of the land |
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My son |
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What's the lie of the land |
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My son |
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The good book of john |
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Surrounds the son |
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Sound of ordinary on the waves |
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Italic scribble on horizon |
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When the height of culture is a bad stew |
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Space bores, government disorder |
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Indian clerk, low-calorie drink |
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Where's the lay of the land |
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Where children circle in cycles |
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Giving jokes ad lib |
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By bearded writers |
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Who defected to |
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Higher realms |
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Advertising realms |
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Where's the lay of the land |
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My son |
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What's the lie of the land |
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My son |
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(people laughing..people fighting..people watching) |
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Between the ticker and the mind lies an air-block of wind |
