The Days Of Pearly Spencer Lyrics
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A tenement, a dirty street
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Walked and worn by shoeless feet
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Inside it's long and so complete
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Watched by a shivering sun
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Old eyes in a small child's face
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Watching as the shadows race
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Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
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And daylight's brightness shuns
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The days of Pearly Spencer
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The race is almost run
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Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
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Gazing as the swollen mass
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On concrete fields where grows no grass
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Stumbles blindly on
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Iron trees smother the air
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But withering they stand and stare
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Through eyes that neither know nor care
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Where the grass has gone
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The days of Pearly Spencer
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The race is almost run
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Pearly where's your milk white skin
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What's that stubble on your chin
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It's buried in the rot gut gin
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You played and lost not won
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You played a house that can't be beat
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Now look your head's bowed in defeat
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You walked too far along the street
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Where only rats can run
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The days of Pearly Spencer
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The race is almost run
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The days of Pearly Spencer
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The race is almost run
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The race is almost run
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A tenement, a dirty street
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Remember worn and shoeless feet
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Remember how you stood to beat
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The way your life had gone
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So Pearly don't you shed more tears
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For those best forgotten years
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Those tenements are memories
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Of where you've risen from
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The days of Pearly Spencer
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The race is almost won
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The Days Of Pearly Spencer
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| Marc Almond |
