| I moved to town at 23
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| And launched myself in society
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| From a squat in Archway, N19
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| Looking for a thrill
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| I fell in love with Ecstasy
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| Which seemed to fuel my vanity
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| I swore to write just poetry
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| And live upon a hill
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| It wasn’t her my love, it was me
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| Looking for another way to see
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| Looking for another place to be
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| I sang my songs of Birmingham
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| How did you relate to them?
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| Did you dig the proleterian way
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| I got it wrong?
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| I bet you never thought I’d dream of you
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| More than that I’d fall for you
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| Walk just to bump into you
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| Like you bumped into this song
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| And I’d betray my childhood
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| Betray my class if I could
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| For a moment truly understood
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| A reason to believe
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| In ornamental flower beds
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| There in blooms the memory
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| Of all those who can’t come back to me
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| The love we have to leave |