I've tried so hard to run, we don't belong here
I'll find you anywhere in broken glass
Why am I condemned because I'm the son of a musician
Because I don't wash or you think I'm too posh, I'm yo heavy
Where's your daddy?
Fuck you leon you stole the sun glasses and I got busted
I'm the son of a famous working class poet who knows
But mumma's normal she'll solve the issue, she'll call the
Police and get off with it, I'll go back to school and
Everything will be normal, porridge in the morning and be
Normal
I'm afaid we cannot contact your parents
Ok sit in this damp cell and don't you say where fuckin leon
Is
I have to sit here looking at th ladies cats, fuck that
Daddy lives in st tropez what am I gonna say?
I've tried so hard to run, we don't belong here
I'll find you anywhere in broken glass
No one's at home no charges no sunglasses no point in
Keeping me just cos my daddy's famous in kensington high
Street, leon fucked you
Who stole the computer game, I'll get the blame
I'm not normal citizen, always will carry your debt
You think I'll care?
I've tried so hard to run, we don't belong here
I'll find you anywhere in broken glass
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