Wrapped in cling film, staying til the morning
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Working in a shop off New Bond Street
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Lived in your building high up on the ceiling
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When she rushed the floorboards creaked
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Lost in this town, haunting girl
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Ur calling up my friends
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Try to find out where I’ve been
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I’m a holding, holding again
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Gave money to the man he put a bag in my hand
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Said son don’t you understand
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This isn’t the way out this is the way in Ur doubling ur troubling
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty eight
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty eight
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Millilitres down
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Where you come from, where you at Jack
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Is it the clothes, the bullet holes or the shit up your nose
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That makes your body contort like that
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Like a Denmark Street thief feeding the crack
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They cut the paws off the boar for the fractured jaw
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That was given to the government tax
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Way back then when Maggie-aggie-aggie
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Always made em sad but she never made em happy
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I was lost, weak, bleak in the street
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Knocked me off of my feet
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Hanging round with the people I should never meet
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I’ll always believe that the air that we breathe
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Will choke our lungs and clog up our arteries
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And now, I’m down on my knees take it up on the police
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Take it down for a man did a call the police
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And I’m up now, sitting in the gutter
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Rolling back down if I had to cover upper
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
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Millilitres down
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While the neighbours are swapping infections
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Ken and Jimmy had a spin and went mad and got sectioned
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I was outside trying to shotgun a ride off a guy who like I has no sense of direction
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Tension is building in a white heart pub
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By the time we drove by the floor’s covered in blood
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Man next to me said oh, fucking much just throw them cunts
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Fore I fell in love with a brunette rough neck
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Fits like a glove, kept me back down
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When I came back up When my feet hit the ground man, I started to run
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And since that day that’s all that I’ve done
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So if you ever see me, if the town falls down
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Just start screaming as she steals off his crown
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You know they’ll be lost and I’ll be found
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Cause I’m three hundred and sixty eight down
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight,
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty eight
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Millilitres down
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It’s the only way that you’re getting out
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If you hang around boys round here they’ll bring you down
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It’s the only way that you’re getting out
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If you hang around boys round here they’ll bring you down
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It’s the only way that you’re getting out
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If you hang around boys round here they’ll bring you down
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It’s the only way that you’re getting out
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If you hang around boys round here they’ll bring you down
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
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Millilitres down
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
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Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
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Millilitres down |