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Lyrics for 'Click Song' by 'Fury In The Slaughterhouse'
He Sits In A Room Down The Dead End Street
Dirty Old T-shirt Sweating In The Heat
He's Got No Girl And No Money For A Drink
No Deeper Way To Sink
No Deeper Way
He Was Looking For A Job, Jobs Are Hard To Find
Everyday The Same Things Torture His Mind
Built Himself A World
To Leave Those Troubles Behind
I'm Sorry That World Ain't Mine
I'm Sorry That World Ain't Mine
Once We Were Friends But That Is Long Ago
In 1987 I Decided To Go
I Left Him In His Room Down The Dead End Street
Now I've Heard He's Killed His Neighbours Dog
Just To Have A Piece Of Meat
And That Is What I Call
And That Is What I Call
No Chance To Retreat...
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