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Went for a walk down the Old King's Road,
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To see if anybody was there.
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But there was nobody home at 3 Bywater Street,
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And they had sold Cadogan Square.
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And I remember myself in my tie dye sweater,
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And my hipster corduroy flares.
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As I knocked on doors,
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And walked down one-way streets that led nowhere.
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Ah, did ya ever think it wouldn't last forever?
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Did ya ever think that it would get this bad?
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Did ya ever think that everything would get so crazy?
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Now the Chelsea Drug Store needs a fix,
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It's in a state of ill repair.
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And my Cuban heels are hurting my feet,
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Just to add to my despair.
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La-di-da's drove mini-cars in the summertime.
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(In the summertime)
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Now they're towed away for parking on a double yellow line,
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And they can't pay the fine.
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(Did you ever think)
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Did you ever think we'd all believe the hype?
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(Did you ever think)
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Did you ever think the classes all would revert back to type?
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(Did you ever think)
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Did you ever think the system ever really got it right?
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Oh, baby.
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They filled us full of false illusions and promiscuity,
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And they led us down that class-less road to mediocrity.
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As we walked down that alleyway of hope,
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We thought we found the motherload,
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And we were led like lambs to that promise land,
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With all the debts that we would owe.
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Once trendies posed for tourist pictures in the summertime.
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(In the summertime)
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Not content for taking Polaroids, they purchased all the property that they could find,
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And I've just sold mine. (Did you ever!)
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Did ya ever think that this green and plesant land,
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(Did ya ever think)
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Would end up in the bottom of some garbage can,
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(Did ya ever think)
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A dustbin full of promises and half-hearted plans.
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Oh, baby.
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Did ya, did ya, did ya ever think?
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Did you ever think?
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(In the summertime)
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Now miseries and groaners moan and reminisce about the good old times and whine, whine, whine.
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(Did ya ever think)
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Did ya ever think when things were really fab,
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(Did ya ever think)
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That we'd be looking through a dustbin for a dog-end to drag,
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(Did ya ever think)
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And sleep on park benches wrapped in plastic bags.
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Oh, baby.
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Did ya ever think that it would get this crazy?
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(Did ya ever think)
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Did ya ever think that it would get this way?
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(Did ya ever think)
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Did ya ever think that we would pay the price for being lazy?
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Did Ya
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The Kinks |