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I want you to be the way i want you to be and when you're not it hurts me like shredded tape something sticky for security wrapped tight around a metal box to imitate security there's a blue sky over me but the fear is on me in a place where ball games are strictly forbidden luxury 2-bedroomed apartments overlook the traffic lights next to the rails it's a hot day it's a, it's a hot day a lazy day for some but i'm bringing from the inside all these things i see a wall i know it's gonna fall down maybe hurt somebody after it's been tagged and fly posted it's a rush job it looks good for long enough knock em out and sell em move on it's a fast buck and the race is on to get in get out get what you want get out it's the short-term the long-term can look after itself unless you happen to be living here i've got to stop (chorus) people are squinting to block out the sun complaining or soaking it up praying for rain the next minute for a scorched earth what's it worth enough is never enough let's have a little moan put the world to right sit back and watch it all slide by it's a view from a train pay somebody else to drive see the suits i see the suits sunning themselves on the steps of the supermarket and i think of you and i'm alone like this burning from the inside i found a new door i didn't know where it went i went through i came out in this shopping mall where boys wear england shirts and west ham shirts and arsenal shirts and the boys from dagenham wear jackets called harlem grinning at the door at the Ann Summers sex shop it's st. georges day and all the old people smile the young people look hungry looking for a new door i'm in the sun at the back of the shops where the purple weed thins are pushed against the doors that say fire exit the smell of grease there's a broken glass thing under my feet the boys stop for a smoke in the sun and watch girls cross from the job centre to the station a drunk stands in the door of a pub a bunch of pea sticks in one hand a cheery carrier bag hanging in the other hanging in the other girls in england shirts read the papers and giggle at the table in the cafe offering homemade dinners it's good food but your clothes come out smelling of grease i got my back to the rail at the end of the ally by the bypass you might have seen me scratching all these things inking it out deliver us from temptation and doubt there's an abandoned trolley call safe at radio 1 on and on and on and another england shirt out in the sun spring falls in pink on the blacktop and cracks black and yellow tape covers the scene, of a break in and every time i think of you i get my peace back *chorus*

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