| Intake, manor park, the wicker, norton, frechville, hackenthorpe, shalesmoor,
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| Wombwell, catcliffe, brincliffe, attercliffe, ecclesall, woodhouse, wybourn,
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| Pitsmoor, badger, wincobank, crookes, walkley, broomhill
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| The city is a woman
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| Bigger than any other
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| Oh, sophisticated lady
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| Yeah, i wanna be your lover
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| Not your brother, not your mother, yeah
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| The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m.,
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| Crept through the gap in your curtains,
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| Caressed your bare feet poking from beneath the floral sheets.
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| I watched him flaking bits of varnish from your nails,
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| Trying to work his way up under the sheets.
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| Jesus!
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| Even the sun’s on heat today
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| The whole city getting stiff in the building heat.
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| I just want to make contact with you
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| Oh that’s all i wanna do I just want to make contact with you
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| Oh that’s all
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| I wanna do Now i’m trying hard to meet her
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| But the fares went up at seven
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| She is somewhere in the city
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| Somewhere watching television
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| Watching people being stupid
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| Doing things she can’t believe in Love won’t last `til next installment
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| Ten o’clock on tuesday evening
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| The world is going on outside
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| The night is gaping open wide
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| The wardrobe and the chest of drawers
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| Are telling her to go outdoors
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| He should have been here by this time
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| He said that he’d be here by nine
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| That guy is such a prick sometimes
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| I don’t know why you bother, really.
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| Oh babe
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| Oh i’m sorry
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| But i I just had to make love to every crack in the pavement
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| And the shop doorways
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| And the puddles of rain that reflected your face in my eyes.
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| The day didn’t go too well.
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| Too many chocolates and cigarettes.
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| I kept thinking of you and almost walking into lamp-posts.
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| Why’s it so hot?
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| The air coming up to the boil
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| Rubbing up against walls and lamp-posts trying to get rid of it.
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| Old women clack their tongues in the shade of crumbling concrete bus shelters.
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| Dogs doing it in central reservations
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| And causing multiple pile-ups in the centre of town.
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| I didn’t want to go in the first place,
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| But i’ve been sentenced to three years in the housing benefit waiting room.
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| I must have lost your number in the all-night garage,
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| And now i’m wandering up and down your street,
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| Calling you name,
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| In the rain,
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| Whilst my shoes turn to sodden cardboard.
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| Where are you? |
| (i'm here)
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| where are you? |
| (i'm here)
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| Where are you? |
| (i'm here)
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| Where are you? |
| (i'm here)
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| Where are you? |
| (i'm here)
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| Where are you? |
| (i'm here)
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| Where are you?
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| I’m still trying hard to meet you
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| But it doesn’t look like happening
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| Cos the city’s out to get me But i won’t sleep with her this evening
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| Though her buildings are impressive
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| And her cul-de-sacs amazing
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| She’s had too many lovers
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| And i know you’re out there waiting
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| And now she’s getting into bed
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| He’s had his chance now it’s too late
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| The carpet’s screaming for her soul
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| The darkness wants to eat her whole
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| Tonight must be the night it ends
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| Tomorrow she will call her friends
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| And go out on her own somewhere
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| Who needs this shit anyway?
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| Oh listen,
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| I wandered the streets the whole night,
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| Trying to pick up your scent
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| Writing messages on walls
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| And the puddles of rain reflected your face in my eyes.
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| We finally made it…
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| On a hill-top at four a.m.
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| The whole city is your jewellery-box
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| A million twinkling yellow street lights.
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| Reach out and take what you want
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| You can have it all.
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| Jesus it took a long time.
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| I didn’t think we were gonna make it.
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| So bad during the day,
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| But now snug and warm under an eiderdown sky.
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| Oh the things we saw:
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| Everyone on park hill came in unison at four-thirteen a.m.
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| And the whole block fell down.
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| The tobacconist caught fire,
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| And everyone in the street died of lung cancer.
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| We heard groans coming from the t-reg chevette;
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| You bet, you bet, yeah you bet.
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| And tomorrow???
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| Oh i was trying hard to meet her
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| But the fares went up at seven
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| She was somewhere in the city
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| Somewhere watching television
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| Watching people being stupid
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| Doing things she can’t believe in Love won’t last `til next installment
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| Ten o’clock on tuesday evening
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| The world was going on outside
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| The night was gaping open wide
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| The wardrobe and the chest of drawers
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| Were telling her to go outdoors
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| He should have been there by that time
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| He said that he’d be there by nine
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| That guy is such a prick sometimes
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| Oh yeah,
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| I want to tell you that
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| There’s nothing to worry about because we can,
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| We can get it together, oh yeah.
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| We got it together tonight, didn’t we?
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| I’d say we did, yeah
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| We’ve got a hope. |