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a master of alarm
the constant throb of harm
and no one wears a hi-vis bib as badly as you do
it never was about
what you think it's about
you're doomed to be unnecessary:
some purpose served, then dead and buried
your dad can't bear to look
your step mum's off the hook
cos no one throws the insults round as stupidly as you
it never was about
what you think it's about
you're doomed to be unnecessary:
some purpose first, you secondary
so go and find a better way to spend your precious time
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