Trudging slowly over wet sand
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back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
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this is a coastal town
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that they forgot to close down
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Armagedon - come armagedon come armagedon come
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Everyday is like Sunday
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Everyday is silent and grey
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Hide on a promanade
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etch on a post card:
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how I dearly wish I was not here
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in the seaside town
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that they forgot to bomb
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come, come nuclear bomb!
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Everyday is like Sunday
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everyday is silent and grey
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trudging back over pebbles and sand
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and a strange dust lands on your hands
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(and on your face)
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everyday is like Sunday
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"win yourself a cheap tray"
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share some grease tea with me
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everyday is silent and grey
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Everyday Is Like Sunday
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| 10000 Maniacs |
