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By Fitzgerald Patrik, I don't love you for your graveyard eyesI don't love
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, Hello - I'm a rejectDoes one arm hang down longer?Hello
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, Ah I remember the timeBanging and shoutingLike a kid gone
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, The black & white racial disharmonyIs just a cover storyConducted
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, We're used, abusedKiss your pretty feet at every commandUsed, misusedTalk
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, Just first moment he knewThere was something wrongWas when his
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, -----------------------It's only being given time to think that creates boredomI
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, BACKSTREET BOYS (Patrik Fitzgerald 1979)----------------------------------------They could be waiting round the
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, I tell you I'm happyBut it isn't soStaring at the
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, I created my own worldIn my headI thought that was
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, She wanted to be a mother -The final touch -Towards
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, Dear mother. Dear father.Can you answer some questionsThey're stealing my
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, Occupy your quiet corner,as everybody does,who does not wishto raise
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, In the factory of winesHe organised the systemStealing bottles out
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, You've been taken for the fools you areThere's no more
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, Small wooden building,on a road in the middle of nowhere;trees
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, I don't want to be hereIn this world.I don't want
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, I'm like an island,i'm like a lost soul;cut off from
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, ----------------The car pulled up at the family homeTo pick up
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, Your perfect worldSmiles at meThrough the shining pagesOf a thousand
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, We're so presumptiousPresuming that we allExist at all.Marvelling at our
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, He put his shoulder to the wheel,and turned his back
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, 1984 Red Flame-Himalaya.All lyrics by Patrik.
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, I cry at my own personal loss,although i cannot cry
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, They treat him well enough thoughAs he takes them to
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, He's taking tablets for his jobTo get him through his
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, In a small,but perfect,playpen,they practise,badly,being grown-ups,no-one makes the right decisions,throwing
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, We're waiting for the strike to endCounting daysCounting hoursHoping we
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, These are no citiesThese are no concrete spikesWhich waitOnly to
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By Fitzgerald Patrik, Smile for me - smile for me - convincinglySmile for