| There was a shop called Swanky Modes
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| Just off the top of the Camden Road
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| You walked past, I’ve recognised you
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| You screwed a guy then you killed him after
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| In a film I’d seen about a week before
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| Way, way, way back in the days of yore
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| Nothing could touch you
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| Or leave the slightest imprint upon you
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| You just didn’t care, your hair was the same
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| Your face looked older and your clothes were grey
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| Working in a friend’s shop trying to keep the dream alive
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| I saw a guy shooting up on the tow-path
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| He didn’t even look up as the shoppers walked past
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| I thought I heard him saying «How about you get on this?»
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| Yeah, well how about you get on this?
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| I can resist gentrification
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| But I cannot resist temptation
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| You’re carrying a basket when I next caught your eye
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| A glint behind the clutter of a shop-soiled life
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| Surely you could miss your appointment
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| I’ll try not to be one more disappointment
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| It turned out you lived above the shop
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| And that’s why you worked there
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| (No shit Sherlock)
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| It was a very small flat with a very narrow kitchen
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| No need for further explanation
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| You sat down on the work surface
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| I got down to work on your surface
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| I could hardly get my breath
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| Toast crumbs like needles on the back of your legs
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| Hey baby, well how about you get on this?
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| Yeah, well how about you get on this?
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| Well the crumbs left marks, you tried to brush them off
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| I tried to make tea but the milk was off
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| And I forgot my shopping in my rush to get home
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| In the days of VHS and casual sex
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| Welcome to the peppermint jungle
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| So glad that you could come for tea
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| I know you like a bit of rough and tumble
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| But you never left your mark on me, yeah
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| Some fell by the wayside
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| Some moved up to Teeside
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| Some still scoring cocaine
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| Some laid up with back pain
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| Ain’t it sad when your dreams outlast you?
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| The things you do to make life go faster
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| Working on a ringtone
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| Working on a master plan
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| When the next thing I heard someone said you were dead
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| So no more hot-knives or setting fire to the bed
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| But you were only trying to keep the dream alive
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| You tried to keep life at a safe distance
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| But it’s futile to offer resistance
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| So how about you get on this?
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| How about you get on this
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| So how about you get on this? |
| (Get on this)
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| How about you get on this (Get on this)
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| How about you get on this (Get on this) |