| of all the bars and all the pubs
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| And all the late night drinking clubs
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| You had to walk into them all
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| You’ve been drinking to forget
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| You need to keep your thinking set
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| On what you did before the war
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| Before the bugler changed his tune
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| When everything was Mills and Boon
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| And lovers kissed beneath the stars
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| Now they’ve flattened all the flats
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| It’s time to batten down the hatch
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| With another whisky from the bar
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| And drink yourself under the table
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| Terrestrial TV and cable
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| The wireless and the Internet
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| Remind us what we’re drinking to forget
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| It’s something more than just the guilt
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| You can’t be sure, you must have killed
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| But you really can’t be sure
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| When progress moves so fast
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| It leaves us in the past
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| With platform shoes and dinosaurs
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| Close your eyes and count to ten
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| Forget the whys and wheres
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| And when you feel sober
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| It still isn’t over
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| There’s more
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| Sell your house
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| And change your name
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| Because you’ll never be the same man
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| That you were
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| Before the war |