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作词 : Richard Dawson |
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作曲 : Richard Dawson |
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Dead dog in an alley, dusted with snow |
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on a bed of burst binbags |
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underneath the big fans behind the Premier Inn |
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and For Your Eyes Only |
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No fit place to spend the night - |
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Maybe I can go in the pedestrian tunnel? |
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Stag-do's and football pricks - |
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they give me the most shit |
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Disgusting animal |
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Over there in the labyrinth of neon |
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you can hear the voices lift through the icy air |
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Hooting and projectile vomiting |
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and the distant sound of sirens |
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Dead dog in an alleyway, dreaming of home |
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in the moment just before I awake to a savage kicking |
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Blows rain down upon my through the darkness of my sleeping bag |
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Help me, help me, please someone |
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Won't you please help me? |
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Anyone? |
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The city melts away into a crisp new day |
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I am still here |
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Drifting out of the glowing Nando’s |
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you can hear the families' chatter with each swing of the door |
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Music, tinkling cutlery, and the laughter of the little ones |
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Over there in the labyrinth of neon |
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you can hear the voices lift through the icy air |
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Hooting and projectile vomiting |
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and the distant sound of sirens |
