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[Verse 1]

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A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time, 
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The odour of old prison food 
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takes a long time to pass you by

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Day upon day of this wandering gets you down, 
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Nobody gives you a chance or a 
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dollar in this old town

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Hovering silence from you is a giveaway, 
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Squalor and smoke's not your style
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I don't like this place, We better go


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Then I compare notes with your older sister, 
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I am a lazy get, she is as pure 
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As the cold driven snow

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[Verse 2]

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What did you learn from your time in the solitary 
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Cell of your mind?
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There was noises, distractions from anything good and the old prison food
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Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
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Cause anything's better than posh isolation, 
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I missed the bus, You were laid on your back
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With the boy with the arab strap
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With the boy from the arab strap

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[Verse 3]

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It's something to speak of the way you are feeling 
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to crowds there assembled
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Do you ever feel you have gone too far?

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Everyone suffers in silence a burden, 
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the man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton
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The Asian man With his love/hate affair with his racist clientele

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A central location for you is a must as you 
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stagger about making free with 
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your lewd and lascivious boasts

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We all know you are soft because we've all seen you dancing
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We know you are hard because we all saw you drinking 
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from noon until noon again
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You're the boy with the filthy laugh
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You're the boy with the arab strap

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[Verse 4]

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Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
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Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the 
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cigarette catches and sets off the smoke alarm

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What do you make of the cool set in London?
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You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
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She's a waitress and she's got style
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Sunday bathtime could take a while