Grinding Stockwell sunrise, hardest to forget
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I boldly go where most men have come and gone and left
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There’s a brand new kind of pain now
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Calls behind your eyes its home
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This one’s on a crusade
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Baby, the boundary is the bone
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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And so is mine
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Glancing gladly sideways
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At the kingdom just undone
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I get this taxing feeling
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That I’ll need another one
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This constellation of blood and time
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How soon 'til you crack?
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I can’t quite see the light from here
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Maybe from the back?
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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And so is mine
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute
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Bobby’s boyfriend is a prostitute |