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You're everything That's why I cling to you When I emerge My thoughts converge to you To you The world is so small Compared to you And everybody's wrong

In this cell that is ours there is no pity No sunrise on the cold plain that is our soul No beckoning to a warm horizon The sun shall never greet my eyes

[Trucker:} "Hey kid, you looking for a lift? Get on up here How's it going good buddy?" I nailed ducks to the wall Kept my heart in dark ruins I built

Frickley in South Yorkshire, a small mining town Where once the riot coppers beat the pickets to the ground Has a football team, and a stand full of fans

We bought a yellow towtruck To drive it round and round our neighbourhood We pass it round Pass around this plumber's friend Pass it round Pass around

(B. Bonvoisin / N. Krief) Je marchais, j'avancais, je trainais ma degaine J'avancais sans savoir, sans idee de pouvoir Tu marchais, t'avancais, t'avancais

(B. Bonvoisin / N. Krief / M. Chemlek / Y. Brusco) Je voulais faire le point de quatre ans d'existence C'est assez difficile trop de moments intenses

You see me, you know that I'm on my Deen Down to get down anytime by any means Known to be OT, reppin on any scene And all about the paper, we stackin

Born in a mining town in '58. When black and white TV was up to date. And men where still around. Who fought for freedom. Stood their ground and died.