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Summer

You'll regret this summer As children's bodies hang from branches Childkill meets all too popular now Teenage girls kiss their friends and say I'm going to die/hell now The mincers are out in clubs And hell on earth Seems the clerical assumation Last I heard they're organising Murder squads to kill worthless people Like me. Come on over sometime. This is England now.

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