| Enjoy it while it lasts because soon it will be different
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| Pernicious playgrounds and new age cultism
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| Outbreaks of optimism in care homes of England
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| The famous goodwill dumped in your fly tips so…
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| Go raise your idols
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| Pull them out the marshes
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| Go give them sanctuary
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| Put them in your new builds
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| Because everything is now a live stream
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| The noise is rising
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| Curtain twitchers can take out their sunscreen
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| It looks like it’s come to rest
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| The truce of twilight the echoes of the horned ooser
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| In a Southend caravan park from shore to pierhead
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| The twelve that follow on they are camping on the cliff top
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| They not dreaming just looking to midnight
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| Go fill your pockets now
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| With tomorrow’s landfill
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| The Lions and Unicorns
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| Are sleeping out in shop doors
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| Outside dreamland
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| Glassy eyed demography
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| The smell of cut grass
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| The swallows are returning
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| And it look’s like they’ve come to rest
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| Bring me my shell box and my submachine gun
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| Because you can’t get over anything quite like this
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| Where the water is darker than the mirror of the sky
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| And Demis Roussos playing «Forever"on the waterslide
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| Conscripted into ranks
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| Look what we have done
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| The feckless and the lazy
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| Look what we’ve become
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| Chicken collector man
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| Look what we have done
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| The fortune teller she sits with the starlings
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| Look what we have done
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| Oh the mass elopers turn to exhale
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| Look what we have done
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| In the dance schools of England
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| Look what we have done |