GO!
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It's a dark place over there
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the seats, and the stands are bare,
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but you remember not long ago, all the times that we battled there.
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The sun, it shines right on the gutter
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And you remember that he was there,
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And you should know, right there in the fold, that you grabbed him by his hair.
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War on the terraces
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War on the terraces
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It was war on the terraces
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War on the terraces
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The local pub, it stands silent
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And all of this town, will be soon
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and you remember the pints we would sink
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and sing "the fuzz is watching you"
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The youth remember them wagons that took us straight down the nick
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when we would sing back to them, don't it make you feel like a prick?
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War on the terraces
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War on the terraces
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It was war on the terraces
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War on the terraces
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So you're looking up, at the terrace
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and smile, yeah it breaks your face.
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And to the younger generation, we'll be here to take your place!
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War on the terraces
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War on the terraces
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It was war on the terraces
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War on the terraces
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War On The Terraces
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Cockney Rejects |