Here a tower shinning bright
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Once stood gleaming in the night
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Where now there's just the rubble
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In the hole here the paddies and the frogs
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Came to gamble on the dogs
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Came to gamble on the dogs not long ago
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Oh the torn up ticket stubs
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From a hundred thousand mugs
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Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain
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And the car-parks going up
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And they're pulling down the pubs
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And its just another bloody rainy day
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Oh sweet city of my dreams
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Of speed and skill and schemes
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Like Atlantis you just disappeared from view
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And the hare upon the wire
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Has been burnt upon your pyre
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Like the black dog that once raced
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Out from trap two
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White City
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| Pogues |
