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our hero's fallen down againits not a big surprisetwo weeks wages on a suita crappy pair of shoeshe's only handsomein the right lightnow what are we going to doyou never really knewand no one knows where connie goesshe's wearing shiny clothespaper wrapes and skinny guys andall her neighnourseyes say running riotour hero knows the papersjust need their newsthey never really knewbut they decided where you're going towe're ready for you don't write don't call meunless you're lying in a traffic accidentunless you're dying in a traffic accidentand somewhere in a whitehall roomwho's popping prostitues fullof scotch and falling offand that persistant cough a cosy numberand all those goonsthey're only afraid of truththey never really knewthat in the endit would desert them toowe're ready for youdon't write don't call meunless you're lying in atraffic accidentunless you're dying in atraffic accidentare we violentare we stupidare we vacantare we uselesshello work lifefarewell parklifehave you come for medon't write don't call meor are we giving ourselves awaywoke up this morningand am i giving myself awaythey owe you somethingunless they're lyingin a traffic accident
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