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Standing on the Circle Line spells trouble for my brain I see so many people but they all just look the same Watching all the parasites leaching on their prey I hope somebody asks me 'cos I got so much to say You're all just hypocrites you got money on your mind I know your name all I know your game All Out Tonight Shouting out on Platform One, clenched fist take's it's place Lashing out at what I see, blow to the nearest face From Letras Mania