| Well grey clouds wrapped round the town like elastic
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| Cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic
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| The boy laughed at the spastic dancing around in the rain
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| While laundrettes cleaned clothes, high heals rub toes
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| Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows
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| Dressed in their suits and their boots
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| Well they all look the same
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| I took myself down to the cafe to find all
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| The boys lost in books and crackling vinyl
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| And carved out a poem above the urinal that read
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| Don't you cry for the lost
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| Smile for the living
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| Get what you need and give what you're given
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| Life's for the living so live it
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| Or you're better off dead
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| While the evening pulled the moon out of it's packet
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| Stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket
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| We needed a nail but we tacked it 'til it fell of the wall
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| While pigeon's pecked trains, sparks flew like planes
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| The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains
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| And we all had new iPhone's but no one had no one to call
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| And I stumbled down to the stomach of the town
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| Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown
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| With a hand to the sky and a mist in her eye she said
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| Don't you cry for the lost
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| Smile for the living
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| Get what you need and give what you're given
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| Life's for the living so live it
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| Or you're better off dead
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| Well I'm sick of this town, this blind man's forage
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| They take your dreams down and stick them in storage
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| You can have them back son when you've paid off
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| Your mortgage and loans
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| Oh hell with this place, I'll go it my own way
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| I'll stick out my thumb and I trudge down the highway
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| Someday someone must be going my way home
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| Till then I'll make my bed from a disused car
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| With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars
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| And I'll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread
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| Don't you cry for the lost
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| Smile for the living
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| Get what you need and give what you're given
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| You know life's for the living so live it
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| Or you're better off dead
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| Don't you cry for the lost
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| Smile for the living
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| Get what you need and give what you're given
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| Life's for the living so live it
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| Or you're better off dead |