| «Grey, very grey. |
| Was grey, very grey
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| Grey, very grey, during, you know, rationing time
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| Everything was drab, and there wasn’t anything to be had
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| During, you know, rationing time
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| Grey, very grey
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| Very little colour or availability
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| It wasn’t hardship, we didn’t know anything else
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| I can tell you exactly where it was
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| Past the pier, towards the castle, near the top
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| You could hear the steam hissing, as you went in
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| The machine was all there
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| And there were lots of soldiers still going about, you know
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| Straight after the war was finished
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| The machine was all there
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| They didn’t have much to eat in this cafe
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| But the coffee just made up for everything
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| Great big wodge of foam on the top
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| And sprinkles of chocolate
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| It’s only looking back that it was dull
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| Life wasn’t dull in any sort of way
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| Life was lovely actually
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| I mean we had great fun, as well as everything else, you know
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| It was a hell of a winter
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| Snow everywhere
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| I could go there now
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| It was all there
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| During, you know, rationing time." |