There's dust in every shop in every town in every county we've counted
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There's space in every bar in every pub in every place that we've been
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And I see some notice that business is closing on Kirkstall Road
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The country's complexion is shifting and changing, how no-one knows
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There's mould in every house in every home that we've been to
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There's rust on every slide in every park in every place that we've seen
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And I see some girl with her mind unfurled out on Water Lane
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While I'm reading the plans of a public-school man who says we're to blame
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What a shame
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There's truth in every lie in every line in every speech that is written
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Maybe there is good in all the bile and the blood that they're spitting
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But we cannot give time to fight cancer or crime when there's bills to pay
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It's simple arithmetic, the ins and the outs of it will not change
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They're shifting account now the money's run out, it's such a shame
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What a shame
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