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Another happy lad With dirty pictures plastered on the wall.
A British beach collection A classic alcoholic argument.
I don't want to see the sights There is nothing worse,
thank God I don't have to see the sights.
This blood city,
I don't want to waste another year.
Likenising ozone(s) are falling from the sky in front of me.
I don't want to see the sights There is nothing worse,
thank God I told you not to see the sights.
So, this is life,
you don't seem like history to me.
Tell me I don't know.
Are the bruises on your face stick-on-ones
Why don't I find out what you want there is never
A place I have been through,
you're going to wind Up with every sod and stall,
they are going To wind up with you and you, and you...