(Shane MacGowan)
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I liked to walk in the summer breeze
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Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees
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And drink with my friends
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In the Hammersmith Broadway
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Dear dirty old drunken
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Delightful old days
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Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly
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The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your time
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And the old men that were singing
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When the roses bloom again
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And turn once again
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To a new summertime
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Then the winter comes down
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And I can't stand the chill
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That comes to the streets around Christmas time
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And I'm buggered to damnation
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And I haven't got a penny
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To wander the dark streets of London
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Every time that I look on the first day of summer
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Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT
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And the drugged up psychos
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With death in their eyes
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And all of this really
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Means nothing to me
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Dark Streets Of London
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| The Pogues |
