| There were blue skies in my city today
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| Ev’rything was sinking
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| Said snow would come on Sunday
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| The old school was due and the traffic grew
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| Upon the Westway
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| Where I stood watching comets lonesome trails
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| Shining up above me the jet fuel it fell
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| Down to earth where the money always comes first
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| And the sirens sing
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| Bring us the day they switch off the machines
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| 'Cause men in yellow jackets putting adverts inside my dreams
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| An automated song and the whole world gone
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| Fallen under the spell of the distance between us when we communicate
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| Still picking up shortwave
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| Somewhere they’re out in space
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| It depends how you’re wired when the night’s on fire
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| Under the Westway
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| Now it’s magic arrows hitting the bull
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| Doing one eighty still standing at last call
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| When the flags coming down
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| And the Last Post sounds
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| Just like a love song
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| For the way I feel about you
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| Paradise not lost it’s in you
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| On a permanent basis I apologize
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| But I am going to sing
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| Hallelujah
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| Sing it out loud and sing it to you
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| Am I lost out at sea
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| 'Til a tide wash me up off the Westway |