| There’s a patch of longing at the edge of town
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| Don’t run so fast 'cause my heels get caught
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| An American tourist he says he wanted some rock
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| I coulda just flipped the sign, charged him anything, taken everything he’s got
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| I saw a little sign up in the sky
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| Reminded me of something in your eye
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| That’s Brighton pier, darling
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| Where the lights
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| They sing a sad, sad song
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| They sing a dirty old song
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| But we carry on
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| Across the wooden boards and then far out to sea
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| I never even realized you were seeing the same thing as me
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| I’m cutting up on Swinton street with my head held high
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| I kiss her on the lips and sometimes it’s hard to say goodbye
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| Where the lights
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| They sing a sad, sad song
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| Sing a dirty old song
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| But we carry on
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| Where the lights
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| They sing a sad, sad song
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| Sing a dirty old song
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| But we carry on
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| (You're such a…)
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| They sing a sad, sad song
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| They sing a dirty old song
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| But we carry on
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| Where the lights
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| They sing a sad, sad song
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| They sing a dirty old song
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| But we carry on
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| (Where the lights)
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| I knew it was a question, but I
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| (Sad, sad song)
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| Didn’t know the answer so I
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| (A dirty old song)
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| Just looked away away and I
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| (Carry on)
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| Kind of looked the other way and that’s
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| (Where the lights)
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| Over to the sea and that’s
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| (Sad, sad song)
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| Far from you and me
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| (Sad, sad song)
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| Where the lights
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| I said we carry on |