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You better listen |
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It's thin |
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It's a powder keg. |
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You better listen to me. |
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Take me home. |
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I don't want to go. |
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Take me back to the safe. |
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You know better. |
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You better listen. |
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It's a powder keg. |
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You better listen. |
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Retreat from enniskillen |
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I had a dream |
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Bruised it coloured |
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It going to hurt me |
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Manchester city center |
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Caroline |
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Take me back |
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I can't get the bus. |
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Do you know what they say. |
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You better listen |
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He's a powder keg. |
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You better listen to me |
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Sickening in its infection. |
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His radioactive radio-head drips with powder |
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His aura, round halo, thin. |
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Listen to me. |
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Thin. |
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Retreat. |
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Head loaded people avoid bad luck. |
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Hives away. |
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Confined to the university in the town. |
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Powder, retreat from enniskillen |
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I don't want to go. |
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Take me home |
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Take me back to town, mark. |
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Don't you know, the town is a powder keg. |
