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And every morning comes too soon

All your nights are sleepless

Poison arrows

To ruin your tomorrows

Below suspicion

Cafes full of people dressed as spies

And all I know

Is guilt for being different

It's always raining stones

There's a killer in the home

In a small town

Everybody looks the same

There are unwritten rules

Unspoken words

Should I pack my fear and go?

I have to leave somehow

Before they run me out of town

I have to leave somehow


Smalltown / Chumbawamba

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