| It’s a drive-by summer at the end of March
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| Sees more than it’s pound of flesh
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| City comes alive in the sunshine
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| All loved-up, everyone flashing smiles
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| But oh it gives and it taketh away
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| Reset to one of those shades of grey
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| Shackles ring on through the ages
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| Shaping all of our many faces
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| Still they gazed and still their wonder grew
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| When it’s gone sure who’d be looking at you
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| Who’d be looking at you
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| Laughing at the people in the garden centre
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| My barber says they must all be mental
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| All this shit will be dead week
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| Cos no good things last, haven’t you seen?
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| What is this, taking of pleasure
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| In others misfortune and misadventure?
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| Gets parked for this summer surprise
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| All lifted by the rising tide
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| Still they gazed and still their wonder grew
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| When it’s gone sure who’d be looking at you
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| Who’d be looking at you |