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The glimmer of the past is held so dear |
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there's nothing else left for me here |
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We were young and withstood the knocks |
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we were the kings of the tower block |
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Smashing windows, fight all day |
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your no good - my mother would say |
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on the same side, even way back then |
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I've been kicking around this town so long |
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I don't know what to do |
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Generation |
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Generation |
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No Mercy for you |
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All the buildings in my town are grey |
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Cold, Mean, Cruel - No future, No Way |
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With its own justice and rules within |
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walls this filthy have no sin |
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The police don't come round here no more |
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protect the rich and fuck the poor |
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to old to cry, to young to know why |
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I justify this last goodbye |
