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what going on

Cameron gone a while 

Thersea had her go before she had to go 

Boris is holding it all together or tear it apart its hard to tell 

Mean well in the land of the rebels and gypsies other rebellion looks on the card 

Dublin odds on for sam again,well leos been nicked,

All the time this s going on the eitle have been trying to pull away altogether on their own 

But despite this the world still spins 

My heads me turn again 

I dunno if she worth saving,just to destroy myself 

Well gangster tell yarns and scram about god 

Week the working class is been turned apart 

If i leave this crazy world alive,i won't be back again

Oh  miss the marching power, 

Oh i miss the help me come down tablet 

I miss the midnight runs 

Saying hello to the morning bums 

For the grace of god there go me,but i haven't gone yet 

Haven't found a bird that won't leave me not yet,

The trump card may be well and truly dealt 

I dunno if the game is up or just begin 

I love you 

God if you're their will you give me soul some rest 

 

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