| Mini lit a match as he boarded the train
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| He knew he shouldn’t go but he couldn’t remain
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| With four white walls and a tortured brain
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| He stared into the flicker of a tiny flame
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| Mini was a rebel and a tearaway
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| He wouldn’t say his prayers and he wouldn’t behave
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| He could sing a song, he could write a play
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| But they gave him the belt and said he’d never be saved
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| Something dies everyday, something precious died when he got locked away
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| Oh, funny and intelligent, charming and so eloquent, Mini caught the train
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| Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh
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| You made it to the city
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| Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh
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| You made it to the city
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| Mini was a preteen arsonist
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| He stole firelighters and a bag of crisps
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| So they took him to church, yeah they put him on a list
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| But he wouldn’t back down, he wouldn’t desist
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| Oh, mini
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| You never asked for much
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| Something hot enough to touch
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| Something hot enough to touch
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| Something dies everyday, something precious died when he got locked away
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| Oh, funny and intelligent, charming and so eloquent, Mini caught the train
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| I hate the devil for the tricks he played on me
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| I won’t believe in something I have never seen
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| It’s such a shame
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| He just likes the flame
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| It’s such a shame
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| He just likes the flame
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| He just likes the flame
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| Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh
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| Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh
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| You made it to the city
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| Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh
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| You made it to the city
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| Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh
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| You made it to the city
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| Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh
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| You made it to the city |