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end_ms: 154760\n- text: A mirrored picture of my old man\n start_ms: 154760\n end_ms: 157730\n- text: Oh God, that kid's a dab hand\n start_ms: 157730\n end_ms: 160730\n- text: Canny chanter, but he looks sad\n start_ms: 160730\n end_ms: 164240\n- text: Oh God, that kid looks so sad\n start_ms: 164240\n end_ms: 168750\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 168750\n end_ms: 171270\n- text: Oh, oh\n start_ms: 171270\n end_ms: 177150\n- text: And God, the kid looks so sad\n start_ms: 177150\n end_ms: 181550\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 181550\n end_ms: 183990\n- text: Oh, oh\n start_ms: 183990\n end_ms: 191180\n- text: She said the debt, the debt, the debt\n start_ms: 191180\n end_ms: 194530\n- text: So I thought about shiftin' gear\n start_ms: 194530\n end_ms: 197660\n- text: And how she wept and wept and wept\n start_ms: 197660\n end_ms: 201100\n- text: Luck came and died 'round her\n start_ms: 201100\n end_ms: 203670\n- text: I see my mother\n start_ms: 203670\n end_ms: 205780\n- text: The DWP see a number\n start_ms: 205780\n end_ms: 209110\n- text: She cries on the floor, encumbered\n start_ms: 209110\n end_ms: 212370\n- text: I'm seventeen goin' under\n start_ms: 212370\n end_ms: 215500\n- text: I'm seventeen goin' under\n start_ms: 215500\n end_ms: 219970\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 219970\n end_ms: 222250\n- text: Oh, oh\n start_ms: 222250\n end_ms: 228840\n- text: Oh, oh-yeah\n start_ms: 228840\n end_ms: 235250\n- text: Oh-yeah, oh-ooh-ye-ah-yeah\n start_ms: 235250\n end_ms: 244300\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 244300\nplain: |-\n I remember the sickness was forever\n I remember snuff videos\n Cold Septembers, the distances we covered\n The fist fights on the beach, the Bizzies round us up\n\n Do it all again next week, an embryonic love\n The first time that it scarred\n Embarrass yourself for someone\n Cryin' like a child\n\n And the boy who kicked Tom's head in\n Still bugs me now\n That's the thing, it lingers\n And claws you when you're down\n\n I was far too scared to hit him\n But I would hit him in a heartbeat now\n That's the thing with anger\n It begs to stick around\n\n So it can fleece you of your beauty\n And leave you spent with nowt to offer\n Makes you hurt the ones who love you\n\n You hurt them like they're nothin'\n\n Oh, oh\n You hurt them like they're nothin'\n\n Oh, oh\n\n See, I spent my teens enraged\n Spiralin' in silence\n And armed myself with a grin\n 'Cause I was always a fuckin' joker\n\n And buried in the humour\n Amongst the white noise and boys' boys\n Locker room talkin' lads' lads\n Drenched in cheap drink and snide fags\n\n A mirrored picture of my old man\n Oh God, that kid's a dab hand\n Canny chanter, but he looks sad\n\n Oh God, that kid looks so sad\n\n Oh, oh\n And God, the kid looks so sad\n\n Oh, oh\n\n She said the debt, the debt, the debt\n So I thought about shiftin' gear\n And how she wept and wept and wept\n Luck came and died 'round her\n\n I see my mother\n The DWP see a number\n She cries on the floor, encumbered\n\n I'm seventeen goin' under\n I'm seventeen goin' under\n\n Oh, oh\n Oh, oh-yeah\n\n Oh-yeah, oh-ooh-ye-ah-yeah\n"}]