| Walls signed with autographs
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| Ceilings full of echoed laughs
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| Something’s disappear
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| Gurus on roller skates
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| Capital for swinging fetes
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| The area is to be cleared
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| A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
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| As it smoulders to its grave
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| Disappear with the fun and the fear
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| Another chance to misbehave
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| Organ tinkling organ
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| Marriage planning children
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| Spinning, round and round
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| Rusty swings and roundabouts
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| Disco’s full of layabouts
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| Nowhere to be found
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| A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
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| As it smoulders to its grave
|
| Disappear with the fun and the fear
|
| Another chance to misbehave
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| Come on then we’ll go down there
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| Let’s see the local ash tray
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| Let’s see if we can be happy
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| We’ll mess about just you and me
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| I must try to make it home before tea
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| Walls signed with autographs
|
| Ceilings full of echoed laughs
|
| Something’s disappear
|
| Gurus on roller skates
|
| Capital for swinging fetes
|
| The area is to be cleared
|
| A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
|
| As it smoulders to it’s grave
|
| Disappear with the fun and the fear
|
| Another chance to misbehave
|
| A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
|
| As it smoulders to its grave
|
| Disappear with the fun and the fear
|
| Another chance to misbehave |