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Smoke stacks, shadows cast Looking back, into the past Industrial town, all around Look at me, I wear a frown Pretty girls, in wedding gowns and here we are, falling down For all around this ***** town Is a crumbling council and shops run-down Golden brown, sweet ****** sound The summer sings, sun shines down But the government continues To let us drown
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
There's A Man In A Van, He's Collecting Scrap Metal, Enacting His Mater Plan
Smoke stacks, shadows cast Looking back, into the past Industrial town, all around Look at me, I wear a frown Pretty girls, in wedding gowns and here we are, falling down For all around this ***** town Is a crumbling council and shops run-down Golden brown, sweet ****** sound The summer sings, sun shines down But the government continues To let us drown
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
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