How do you live? How do you breathe?
When you are here we're suffocating
You want to feel love, run through bad blood
Tell me is this where you give it all up?
For us you have to sue them all
But the writing's on the wall
Ah Mr Farage, with your two stamped addressed envelopes simply begging to be filled with anonymous hate mail you are really spoiling us!
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