| Dark grey vistas of this weathered place
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| The blue star on The Nautilus
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| The old boys like chimneys
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| Mass of filth and rubbish outside the houses
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| And broken fridges and torn up sofas
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| The boy racers tearing down the Beehive road
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| Leading out to coastlines
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| Where kids freeze their lungs
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| And run amongst the rolling dunes away from everyone
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| Oh, leave fast or stay forever
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| An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever
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| Leave fast or stay forever
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| Boarded up windows on the promenade
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| The shells of old nightclubs and halfway houses
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| Intoxicated people battling on the regular
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| In a lazy low-lights bar
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| Poor souls sleeping on shop front doors
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| Being turfed off by the council
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| Forgotten by our government
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| A selfish little baby with no responsibility
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| Watching people die in the cold
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| Oh, leave fast or stay forever
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| An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever
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| An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever
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| Ooh, ooh |