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Walls signed with autographs,
Ceilings full of echoed laughs,
Something's disappear.
Gurus on roller skates,
Capital for swinging fetes
The area is to be cleared.

A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to its grave.
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave.

Organ tinkling organ,
Marriage planning children,
Spinning, round and round.
rusty swings and roundabouts,
Disco's full of layabouts,
Nowhere to be found.

A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to its grave.
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave.

Come on then we'll go down there,
Let's see the local ash tray,
Let's see if we can be happy,
We'll mess about just you and me,
I must try to make it home before tea.

Walls signed with autographs,
Ceilings full of echoed laughs,
Something's disappear.
Gurus on roller skates,
Capital for swinging fetes
The area is to be cleared.

A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to it's grave.
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave.

Sugar plum soft your fingers
Holding on is like holding my breath
Letting go you leave it stained and tainted
Giving up is like birth and death

I am not perfect
I have been what you need
You抣l sleep and sweetly slumber
You will blink and I抣l be gone

How can I be glad for giving
I抳e been shoved down to my knees
I抳e been good and I抳e been praying
I抳e been lied to and it抯 so easy

I am not perfect
I have been what you need
You抣l sleep and softly slumber
You抣l blink and I抣l be gone

Sugar plums soft your fingers
Holding on is like holding my breath
Letting go you leave it stained and tainted
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