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Back when I was younger they were talking at me |
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Never listened to a word I said |
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Always yap, yap, yapping and complaining at me |
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Made me think I'd be better off dead |
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I don't want to talk about it |
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I don't want to hear no lip |
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Take your share, don't shout about it |
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That's your lot, remember you're a kid |
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They would always teach me that to swear was a sin |
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Always speak your mind but not aloud |
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Think of something that you want to do with your life |
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Nothing that you like, that's not allowed |
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I've no time to talk about it |
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All your stupid hopes and dreams |
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Get your feet back on the ground, son |
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It's exams that count not football teams |
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And I'm running at the edge of their world |
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They're criticising something they just can't understand |
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Living on the edge of their town |
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And I won't be shot down |
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Taught me to defend myself and to be a man |
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How to kick someone and run away |
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Gave me everything that any young man could need |
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But don't understand why I won't stay |
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Here's your room and here's your records |
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Here's your home and here you'll stay |
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Here's somewhere I don't believe in |
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Wish someone would take it all away |
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And I'm running at the edge of their world |
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They're criticising something they just can't understand |
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Living on the edge of their town |
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And I won't be shot down |
