| All the disused derelict buildings
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| They tell of stories of time gone by
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| They tell of broken dreams & promises
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| Of all those forgotten lies
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| And the wastegrounds of a city proud
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| Tell the story you know too well
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| Just sit back for a while and listen to the story I tell
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| You tell the story
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| You tell the story
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| You tell the story
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| You heard ten times before
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| You wait for the day it must come soon
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| To get you away from your feelings of gloom
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| There’s no real hope and there’s none on it’s way
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| You only survive from day to day
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| You tell the story
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| You tell the story
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| You tell the story
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| You heard ten times before
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| You tell a story of a city proud
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| You tell the story you shout it out loud
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| The same old story you wanna hear no more
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| The same old story you’ve heard ten times before |