| 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 |