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The rain crawls up the coast |
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I know you hate |
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This one-way chase |
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A drunk, his wife and her friend |
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The drunk tries to stand |
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The friend says lay right there |
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Now it's all tower blocks |
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And blood blue flags |
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And closed up shops |
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The guardhouse light turns off |
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As the rain stops cold |
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Crawls back alone |
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They're lining up the last suspects |
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Beneath a rusty glow |
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The Northsea train's on time |
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Northsea train |
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The procession is unsure |
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It's full of strays |
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With mongrel names |
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They know not what they've done |
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And at least today |
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That'll be okay |
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Hooded coats in zigzag rows |
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Draggin' coal back to their homes |
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Northsea train's on time |
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Northsea train |
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Collecting pieces of us all |
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As if their cargo, will break our fall |
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Northsea train's on time |
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Northsea train |
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Vanquished from all |
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Rhyme and duty |
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I'm struck and stranded |
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Vanished neath the beauty |
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Northsea train's on time |
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Northsea train |