| Laughs and jokes
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| And drinks and smokes
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| And no lights on the stairs
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| We were young, so young
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| And always broke
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| Not that we ever cared
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| Not that we ever cared
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| Well, the holes in the walls
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| Were such a lot
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| Welcome to London town
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| But when you’re new to it all
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| And you think you’re hot
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| You’re not planning on hanging around
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| People would go on their different ways
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| I left to start a band
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| A note came through the letter box
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| In your childlike hand
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| Oh, laughs and jokes
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| And drinks and smokes
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| And no lights on the stairs
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| We were young, so young
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| And always broke
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| Not that we ever cared
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| Not that we ever cared
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| One day I rode to where you were
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| The doorbell jangled a note
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| They buzzed me in
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| I climbed the stairs
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| In my boots and leather coat
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| There’s an old brass
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| Standing there at the top
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| Without her witch’s broom
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| It almost seemed like a knocking shop
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| When the girls came out of their rooms
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| And they all stood around
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| And stared at me Two brunettes and a blonde
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| Then the old brass shrugged and said
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| We don’t know where she’s gone
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| Later on I picked up the ball
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| And I took off down the line
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| I suppose by then I’d realised
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| You’d run into hard times
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| Oh, laughs and jokes
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| And drinks and smokes
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| And no lights on the stairs
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| We were young, so young
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| And always broke
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| Not that we ever cared
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| Not that we ever cared |