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I walked down by the river where we used to go |
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And underneath the bridge where we first kissed |
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The old town that we knew is dead and gone |
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Gone |
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The sickly sun shines grayly through the mist |
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And like the love we used to know |
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The poisoned river waters flow |
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And then they're gone |
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For some of us still life moves on |
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Our love is just a relic of the past |
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You'd never recognise the old town now |
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Somewhere behind the concrete and the glass |
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The monuments of England's sacred cow |
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Where are all the human beings? |
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Have they been sent to Milton Keynes? |
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They used to live round here but now they're gone |
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For some of us still life moves on |
