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Mel and me, the railway children, |
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Played the disused line |
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Run through fields we'd kicked our shoes off |
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Drunk in air like sweet red wine |
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Together like suede and leather |
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No more easy come easy go |
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I remember the coalmine closing |
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Her father's face was a sight |
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Bringing up kids on a pittance. Wages? |
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Nothing's left by Saturday night |
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Those days will scar forever |
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No more easy come easy go |
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Melanie won't run-run-runaway |
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Melanie can't come she's got to stay |
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Worth her weight in gold ooh baby |
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I'm sold on sold on sold on you |
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Think of all tomorrow's parties |
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And giving it all away |
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There's nothing left here but muck-stack-Charlies |
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Let's make a run for it, what do you say? |
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You've got to make it happen |
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No more easy come easy go |
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Melanie won't run-run-runaway... |
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You're one in a million |
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You'll always come first |
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All the zeroes follow you |
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Melanie you've got to save yourself |
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This time take them for granted |
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No more easy come easy go |
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Melanie won't run-run-runaway... |