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Beat up english
In a beat up town
And i'm beat up black and blue
Oh, i do not have the energy
And i'm beat up street
And i'm beat up tight
And we've been so drawn together, each other
I do not have the energy
And wisdom
Trip over again
Wisdom
Trip over again
You beat it
Stepping stones
Or standing up
I'm shivering on stones
Hot stones
In a wipe down england
With it's worn out grace
With a picture postcard, baby, hallelujah
I love your face
In a wise up england
To a wake up place
Oh, i do not like the way you shower me
No, i do not like the way you shower me
And i do not have the energy
In a beat up england
With a beat up face
It's a why oh why did i ever get lost in this?
It's the tired old hands
Come to tire me out
And the tired old hands
They yearn to shout
But i do not have the energy
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