| Though I love the rain
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| And I love the grey
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| And I love the estates
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| Where the flags decay
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| England’s always better
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| As you’re pulling away
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| England’s always better
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| As you’re pulling away
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| Though I love the rain
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| And I love the grey
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| And I love the estates
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| Where the flags decay
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| England’s always better
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| As you’re pulling away
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| England’s always better
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| As you’re pulling away
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| No, you don’t back down
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| As you’re driving through town
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| But control yourself
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| 'Cause this is not our town
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| A smile and a joke
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| And then a line of coke
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| Watch the sun going down
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| On our rusty crown
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| All apologies and queues
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| And bright red people
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| With ludicrous views
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| And the last day of summer
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| Trickles down the drain
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| Tears for the wedding
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| And smiles for the funeral
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| Stay in your car
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| You know you’re not as useful as you were
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| Oh what now
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| I came to your school fete
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| I’m a sucker for a raffle
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| I couldn’t see the trees
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| But I could smell the rotten apples
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| Quick, everyone inside
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| We’re wait until the rain ends
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| Was our year cursed
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| Another dead school friend burns away
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| Tears for the weddings
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| Smiles for the funeral
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| Stay in the car
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| You know you’re not as useful as you were
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| Oh, what now
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| Where ridicule is something to be proud of
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| Mopeds buzzing by
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| Like angry wasps in the dying light
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| Tears for the weddings
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| And smiles for the funeral
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| Stay in the car
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| You know you’re not as useful as you were
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| Oh, what now
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| See the sun going down on our rusty crown
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| Feel the blood running down our rusty crown
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| See the sun going down in our rusty crown
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| England’s always better
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| As you’re pulling away
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| England’s always better
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| As you’re pulling away |