Better Stop dreaming of the quiet life cos it's the one we'll never know
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And quit running for that runaway bus cos those rosey days are few
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And stop apologising for the things you never done
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‘Cos time is short and life is cruel
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but it's up to us to change this town called malice.
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Rows and rows of disused milkfloats stand dying in the dairy yard
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And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
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Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
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It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
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In a town called malice - Yeah-ea-eah!
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Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba, Ba-da-Ba, Ba-Ba, Ba-Da--Ba! Whoah!
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Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba, Ba-da-Ba, Ba-Ba, Ba-Da--Ba!
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Struggle after struggle, year after year
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The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice
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I'm almost stone cold dead in a town called malice
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Oo-ooh! Yeah!
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A whole street’s belief in Sunday's roast beef
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Gets stashed against the Co-Op
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To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
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It's a big decision in a town called malice
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Oo-ooh! Yeah!
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The ghost of a steam train echoes down my track
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It’s at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round,Ohh
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Playground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in the breeze
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I could go on for hours and I probably will but,
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I'd sooner put some joy back into this town called malice.
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Yeah-ea-eah!
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It’s a Town called malice - Yeah-ea-eah!
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Whoooh!
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It’s a Town called malice ? Whoooh-Yeah!
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TOWN CALLED MALICE
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| The Jam |
