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Here a tower shinning bright |
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Once stood gleaming in the night |
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Where now there's just the rubble |
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In the hole here the paddies and the frogs |
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Came to gamble on the dogs |
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Came to gamble on the dogs not long ago |
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Oh the torn up ticket stubs |
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From a hundred thousand mugs |
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Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain |
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And the car-parks going up |
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And they're pulling down the pubs |
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And its just another bloody rainy day |
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Oh sweet city of my dreams |
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Of speed and skill and schemes |
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Like atlantis you just disappeared from view |
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And the hare upon the wire |
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Has been burnt upon your pyre |
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Like the black dog that once raced |
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Out from trap two |
