You said I was northern scumI was wounded babyThat’s fighting talk where I’m fromAnd I’m not moving babySpent my life dancing with shadows in strobe lightsIt’s alright, everything mellows in sunlight And now London’s got its gimmicksAnd New York’s had its minuteBut Knutsford City limitsI’ll never change I’ve been running nearly all my lifeIt left […]
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