It's a chilly English winter,
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And solitude is never easy to maintain,
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Except when it rains.
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So I hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyes,
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And go out for a walk.
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The wet morning sun reflects off the paving-stones,
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While a little dog barks its head off,
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In the distance.
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CHORUS (x2)
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Oh, what a perfect day,
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To think about myself
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My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
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What is there to fear from such a regular world?
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Passing by a cemetery,
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I think of all the little hopes and dreams,
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That lie lifeless and unfulfilled beneath the soil.
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I see an old man fingering his perishing flesh.
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He tells himself he was a good man and did good things.
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Amused and confused by life's little ironies,
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He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation.
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Chorus (X2)
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People turn around with unseeing eyes.
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They're looking for something that doesn't exist.
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The world you once knew is being eaten up by rust.
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No-one has time for the past, but still, in God they trust.
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The future is now, but it's all going wrong.
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Bodies queue for nothing, but it's to nothing they belong.
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People say their prayers and some work hard.
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If you give them all your money, they'll give you their hearts.
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This town ain't getting like a ghost town.
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It's getting like hell....
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Chorus (X5)
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Perfect
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