| Do you walk in the backdoor singing?
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| Or do you pace, pace face thinning?
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| Inhale on that cigarette while I creep in the backdoor of your kitchen
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| Do you walk in the backdoor singing?
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| Or do you pace, pace your face thinning?
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| Inhale on that cigarette, tell me how you been (Julian)
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| Cover tracks, broken bottles over tables
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| A life of red eyes, chewed nails and black labels
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| Creep, creep do the rounds and shut them up
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| Cold skin, lights out, routines and the middleclass mutt
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| Simple, simple, sweeping stores, just playing cripple
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| Walking the walk, pick and choose you know, little by little
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| How have you been Julian? |
| Were the floors wood or tile?
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| I was young but still very much a child
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| Never learnt normal functions or how to fit in
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| Strange behaviours and thoughts numbed by Ritalin
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| Socially retarded, hyperactive and erratic
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| Repetitious urges, label me idiosyncratic
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| Now I’m on the outside and I’m looking in
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| Staring at your pale face (yellow-painted grin)
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| Before I end it all and light up your world
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| Can you ease my mind and answer me this…
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| (Do you have a son Julian? Tell what’s his name?)
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| Do you have a son Julian? |
| (Tell what’s his name?)
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| Do you have a son Julian? |
| (Tell what’s his name?)
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| Do you have a son Julian? |
| (Tell what’s his name?)
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| Do you have a son? |
| Do you have a son?
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| And tell me can you sleep at night?
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| Or do you wake gripping your chest tight?
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| I’ll make you sweat for what you’ve done to me
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| How can you sleep at night motherfucker?
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| Breathe glimpses of colour, I try to forget
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| Cold sweats in the morning, it all comes back in
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| Breathe glimpses of colour, I try to forget
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| Cold sweats in the morning, it all comes back in
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| Now I’m on the outside and I’m looking in
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| I’ll never forget the steps, that name, those hands |