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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 |
