There were blue skies
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in my city today
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Ev'rything was sinking
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Said snow would come on Sunday
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The old school was due
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and the traffic grew
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Up on the Westway
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Where I stood watching comets
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on their lonesome trails
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Shining up above me
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the jet fuel it fell
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Down to earth where the money
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always comes first
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And the sirens sing
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Bring us the day
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they switch off the machines
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Cos men in yellow jackets,
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putting adverts inside my dreams
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An automated song
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and the whole world gone
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Fallen under the spell of the
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Distance between us
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when we communicate
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Still picking up shortwave
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Somewhere they're out in space
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It depends how you're wired
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when the night's on fire
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Under the Westway
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Now it's magic arrows
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hitting the bull
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Doing 180 still standing at last call
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When the flags coming down
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And the last post sounds
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Just like a love song
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For the way I feel about you
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Paradise not lost, it's in you
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On a permanent basis I apologise
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But I am going to sing
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Hallelujah
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Sing it loud and sing it to you
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Am I lost out at sea
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'Til a tide wash me up
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off the Westway
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Under The Westway
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