| Down between the sunbeams the moneylenders chat
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| Hiding in the shade outside a council flat
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| Kids in the lift looking for things to throw
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| And practising their aim on the heads below
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| They make their apologies with the quickness of their feet
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| Then lost in the heat haze that shimmers across the street
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| Underfoot the pavement is melting
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| Crumbling for the luckiest girl
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| The whole world is melting
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| (white white heat)
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| I’m still not in until a week next wednesday
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| I’m holidaying on the roof Štil the big bad wolf goes away
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| In the street the pavement is melting
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| Crumbling for the luckiest girl
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| The whole world is melting
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| White heat turns the street upside down
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| Down between the sunbeams the debt collectors chat, chat, chat, chat
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| Hiding in the shade outside a council flat
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| By the hairs on my chinny chin chin
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| I shall not let you in
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| In the street the pavement is melting
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| Crumbling for the luckiest girl
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| The whole world is melting
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| (for the luckiest girl in all the world)
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| (white, white heat) |