| Hello, good evening and welcome
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| To nothing much
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| A no holds barred half-nelson
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| And the loving touch
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| The comfort and the joy
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| Of feeling lost
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| With the only living boy in New Cross
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| Fill another suitcase
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| With another haul
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| Of hotel towels and toothpaste
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| And the bathroom wall
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| Then wipe the lipstick hearts and flowers
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| From the glass and chrome
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| Take five or six hot baths or showers
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| And come on home
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| To the comfort and the joy
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| Of feeling lost
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| With the only living boy in New Cross
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| I’ve teamed up with the hippies now
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| I’ve got my fringe unfurled
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| I want to give peace, love and kisses out
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| To this whole stinking world
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| The gypsies, the travelers and the thieves
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| The good, the bad, the average and unique
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| The grebos the crusties and the goths
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| And the only living boy in New Cross
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| Eyes down and I’ll keep you up to date
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| Two fat ladies in 1988
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| The safe sixteen lovers who lied
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| Purley’s queen and mother makes five
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| Butchered bakers, deaf and dumb waiters
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| Marble Arch criminals and clause 28'ers
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| Authers, authors, plastered outcasts
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| Locked up daughter, rock and roll stars
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| Goodbye Rudy, David and Rosie
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| Abraham and Julianne
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| And everyone that knows me
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| The gypsies, the travelers and the thieves
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| The good, the bad, the average and unique
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| The grebos the crusties and you and I
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| Hello, good evening, welcome
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| And goodbye |