I'm so sick, sick, sick and tired
Of working just to
Welcome to England where there is no fun,
Where there is
Good Mornin Jane,
Happy Birthday, Once Again,
What Would We Do,
What Would
Tired of the same old places
Cold conversations and heartless faces
It's
The morning after, the revolution
P.C 1525 told me there was
On dance floors from London to Liverpool
in the dark of
Half the kids who you grew up with,
Were pushin prams
Don't let the sun go down,
On an Empire,
It's too much
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