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If this town makes you sick
Pack your pillow and your Soviet Sweater, digest the politics
It's been hard to keep up with the headstones

Maybe it's not what you wanted but you got what you see
Anticipating pinocchio moments just living on the screen
It's just what it seems

Sorry, I tried to go the weekend dry
Spared my face the razor side
And packed the car tight

Caught me at a bad time
I leave it all outside
Certain kind of midnight
And then it's all worse

I must admit, must admit I've been sitting more than I've been thinking
Write me back into the script
We need a hero but I'm wearing a cape I can't fill

Sorry I, tried to go the weekend dry
Spared my face the razor side
And packed the car tight

Caught me at a bad time
I leave it all outside
Certain kind of midnight
And then it gets worse

Livid and lonely, don't let it go down, what's in a win for you
Skinheads and their revive
Free-for-all, rank and file
Spare me your pity, don't let it go down
Keep shunning all the daylight
And trolling those threads
To give yourself a break
So if you don't mind now
Let your fingers move along and do the talking

Yada yada blah blah blah

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