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I woke up in an alleyway |
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In Liverpool the ship of fools was sinking |
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As I rose up from the depths |
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I stumbled down the road a ways |
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Found London in a haze of weary violence |
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It is hard to get my rest |
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In looking for the best of her |
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Well I have seen the worst she's had to offer |
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But there's nothing I'll not keep |
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England |
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Blood on the thorn of an English rose |
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I gather belongings, travelling clothes |
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Now slowly drifting out of London Bridge |
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It could be a year |
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It could be ten |
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Until she begs me back again |
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And all my miles are measured in an inch |
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Every fear that's taken over |
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This wide-eyed waking, rambling rover |
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Has grown within the heart that is my home |
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England! |
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In-ger-land! |
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England rolls away. |
