I want you to be the way I want you to be and when you're not it hurts me
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Like
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Shredded tape, something sticky for
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Security
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Wrapped tight around a metal box to imitate
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Security
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There's a blue sky over me, but
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The fear is on me
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In a place where ball games are strictly forbidden
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Luxury 2 bedroom departments
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Overlook the traffic lights next to the rails
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It's a hot day, it's a,
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It's a hot day
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A lazy day for some, but I'm bringing from the inside all these things, I see a wall
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I know it's gonna fall down, maybe hurt someone after it's been
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Tagged
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And fly posted
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It's a rush job
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It looks good for long enough
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Knock em out and sell 'em, move on it's a
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Fast book
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And the race is on
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Get in, get out, get what you want, get out
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It's the short term
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The long term can look after itself
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Unless you happen to be living here
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I've gotta stop
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[Refrain:]
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People are squinting to block out the sun
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Complaining or soaking it up
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Praying for rain the next minute for a
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Scorched earth
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What it's worth
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Enough is never enough
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Let's have a little moan
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Put the world to rights, sit back and watch it all slide by
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It's a view from a train
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Pay somebody else to drive
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See the suits
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I see the suits, sunning themselves on the steps
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Of the supermarkets, and I think of you when I'm alone like this
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Burning from the inside
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I found a new door, didn't know where it went
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I went through, I came out in this shopping mall
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Where boys wear England shirts and Westham shirts and Arsenal shirts
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And the boys from Dagenham wear jackets called Harlem
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Grinning at the door of the
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Anne Summers sex shop, it's St. George's day
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And all the old people smile
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The young people look hungry
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Looking for a new door,
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I'm in the sun at the back of the shops where the purple wheelie bins are pushed up against the doors that say
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"Fire Exit"
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The smell of grease, there's a broken glass thing under my feet
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The boys stop for a smoke in the sun
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And watch girls cross from the job centre to the
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Station
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A drunk stands in the door of a pub (pump?)
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A bunch of pea sticks in one hand
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A cheery carrier bag hanging in the other
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Hanging in the other
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Girls in England shirts read the papers and giggle at the table in a cafe
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Offering home-made dinners, it's good food
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But your clothes come out smelling of grease
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I got my back to the rail at the end of the alley
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By the by-pass, you just might see me scratching
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All these things
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Inking it out
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Deliver us from temptation
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And doubt, there's an abandoned trolly
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Called safe and radio one
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And on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
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And another
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England shirt out in the sun
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Spring falls in, pink
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On the blacktop and cracks
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Black and yellow tape covers the scene of a break-in
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And every time I think of you
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I get my peace back
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[Refrain]
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Ring Road
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Underworld |