| I walked down by the river where we used to go
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| And underneath the bridge where we first kissed
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| The old town that we knew is dead and gone
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| Gone
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| The sickly sun shines grayly through the mist
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| And like the love we used to know
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| The poisoned river waters flow
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| And then they’re gone
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| For some of us still life moves on
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| Our love is just a relic of the past
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| You’d never recognise the old town now
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| Somewhere behind the concrete and the glass
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| The monuments of England’s sacred cow
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| Where are all the human beings?
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| Have they been sent to Milton Keynes?
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| They used to live round here but now they’re gone
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| For some of us still life moves on |