the rain has arrived at last
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for which we had waited
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the hawkers have packed up their stands
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nothing to be traded
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the soviets beside the quay
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run back to the freighter
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the terrace of the Rex Hotel
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is closed by the waiters
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we need you, oh Lucky Jim
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where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim
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your mistress has left her home
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gone back to the dances
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the smoking dens are starting up
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for life's own enhancing
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nobody goes to the war
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since there's none to go to
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we just sit around the cafe bars
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we sit waiting for you
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we need you, oh Lucky Jim
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where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim
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why did you ever go up north
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it is not for you
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they'll strip your little weak heart clean
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then what will you do
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the Australians in the Bunny Bar
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are waiting your return
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everyone wants a piece of you
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a piece of you to burn
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we need you, oh Lucky Jim
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where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim
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we miss you here, oh Lucky Jim
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Lucky Jim
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The Gun Club |