| What was old, once was new
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| What’s lying derelict once stood straight, proud and true
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| Taking a bird’s eye view, life goes on with a song
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| Well maybe with a lick of paint
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| You might not think my head is on straight
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| I would be lying if I told you the truth
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| What was old once was new, taking a bird’s eye view
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| What stands ugly and mean awaiting demolition day
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| Was once the start of somebody’s dream
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| Now the Sun shines through the broken glass
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| The bike for the birthday boy, he’s left it now, he’s gone away
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| And the lilac wall paper once brought home and hung with patience and care
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| Now there’s nobody there
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| What was old once was new, taking a bird’s eye view
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| On the draughtsman’s board this looked like a dream
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| Modern housing pitched like tents around a village green
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| What was old once was new, taking a bird’s eye view
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| Taking a bird’s eye view, I’ll pack my wings and get out of here
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| There’s nothing else that I can do
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| What was old once was new, taking a bird’s eye view |