| I unpacked my troubles
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| >From an old Safeways bag
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| Underneath Cardboard City lights
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| These two characters bought me supper
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| And they gave me some fags
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| And I settled down for the night
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| And I dreamt I was drunk
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| On a tropical ocean
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| Sailing home to the missus in Kilburn
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| And there on my bunk
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| Were all here letters of devotion
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| With some drawings and kisses
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| >From the children
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| And I dreamt I was an artist
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| Like Toulouse-Laufrec or Manet
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| Drinking like a bastard in Madrid
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| Instead of underneath the arches
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| With Flanagan and Allen
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| Not a million miles from Chelsea Bridge
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| And then I woke up from my dreams
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| The neighbors heard the screams
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| And all the stray dogs
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| Were barking at the smell
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| Those two scumbags had come back
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| With some matches and some petrol
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| Set fire to my bed and left m me burning in hell! |