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Oh how swallow is to hunger |
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As a pigeon to my Trafalgar |
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In them young boys eyes she'd seen |
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The kind of men they could have been |
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Home is far from here |
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You see they are from the other side of the horizon |
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Where a lad stands a slim chance |
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Even if they knew |
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They've made all the right choices |
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And so could you imagine it |
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how it feels to be a mother in this |
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part of borough of never ending field |
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Edmonton |
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Edmonton |
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Will we change x2 |
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From time to time i ponder |
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but this so called reason for pondering |
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ponders no end |
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And Boris promised a sweet plan so |
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we gave him a second chance |
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He said stand and be headstrong |
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Black gigantic livingstones |
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Oh how whispering is to falling short |
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As anger to the shutting of a door |
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John 11:35 Jesus wept and wept and wept |
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Cause ain't nobody getting up from their sleep |
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Saying how about we start a new thread |
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I ain't talkin about revolution |
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just a simple hello friend will do |
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ain't much of a duty in this part borough |
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of never ending field |
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Edmonton |
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Edmonton |
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Will we change x2 |
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I aint talking about a revolution |
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just a simple hello friend, will do |
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aint much of a duty in all parts boroughs |
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of never ending feuds |