| He was nineteen dreaming thirty
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| Tattered stamps and chadwick’s pidgin french
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| Endless shops where countless no ones
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| Dressed in drabness
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| Well he wanted nothing else
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| It’s a good job there’s love
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| It’s a good job there’s love and affection
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| In this mucky world
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| It’s a good job there’s love
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| It’s a good job there’s love and affection
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| In this mucky world
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| Love and affection in this lumpy world
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| Love and affection in my gorgeous world
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| Beneath all the concrete we find it
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| Left the lovelorn, joined the loveless
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| Watched the sunset on a secondhand t. |
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| Drinking tea with the curtains drawn
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| I sat with jane and drank in sympathy
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| It’s a good job there’s love
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| It’s a good job there’s love and affection
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| In this mucky world
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| It’s a good job there’s love
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| It’s a good job there’s love and affection
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| In this mucky world
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| Love and affection in this sloppy world
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| Love and affection in my gorgeous world
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| Beneath all this concrete we find it
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| Beneath all this concrete we find it
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| Beneath all this concrete we find it |