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Intake, Manor Park, The Wicker, Norton |
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Frechville, Hackenthorpe, Shalesmoor |
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Wombwell, Catcliffe, Brincliffe, Attercliffe |
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Ecclesall, Woodhouse, Wybourn |
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Pitsmoor, Badger, Wincobank |
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Crookes, Walkley, Broomhill |
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The city is a woman |
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Bigger than any other |
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Oh, sophisticated lady |
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Yeah, I wanna be your lover |
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Not your brother, not your mother, yeah |
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The sun rose from behind the gasometers at 6:30 a.m. |
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Crept through the gap in your curtains |
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Caressed your bare feet |
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Poking from beneath the floral sheets |
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I watched him flaking bits of varnish from your nails |
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Trying to work his way up under the sheets, Jesus! |
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Even the sun's on heat today |
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The whole city getting stiff in the building heat |
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I just want to make contact with you |
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Oh, that's all I wanna do |
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I just want to make contact with you |
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Oh, that's all I wanna do |
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Now I'm trying hard to meet her |
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But the fares went up at seven |
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She is somewhere in the city |
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Somewhere watching television |
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Watching people being stupid |
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Doing things she can't believe in |
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Love won't last 'til next installment |
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Ten o' clock on Tuesday evening |
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The world is going on outside |
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The night is gaping open wide |
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The wardrobe and the chest of drawers |
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Are telling her to go outdoors |
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He should have been here by this time |
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He said that he'd be here by nine |
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That guy is such a prick sometimes |
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I don't know why you bother, really |
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Oh babe, oh, I'm sorry |
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But I, I just had to make love |
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To every crack in the pavement |
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And the shop doorways |
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And the puddles of rain |
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That reflected your face in my eyes |
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The day didn't go too well |
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Too many chocolates and cigarettes |
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I kept thinking of you |
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And almost walking into lamp posts |
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Why's it so hot? |
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The air coming up to the boil |
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Rubbing up against walls |
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And lamp posts trying to get rid of it |
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Old women clack their tongues |
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In the shade of crumbling concrete bus shelters |
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Dogs doing it in central reservations |
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And causing multiple pile ups in the center of town |
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I didn't want to go in the first place |
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But I've been sentenced to three years |
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In the Housing Benefit waiting room |
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I must have lost your number in the all night garage |
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And now I'm wandering up and down your street |
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Calling you name in the rain |
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Whilst my shoes turn to sodden cardboard |
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Where are you? |
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(I'm here) |
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Where are you? |
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(I'm here) |
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Where are you? |
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(I'm here) |
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Where are you? |
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(I'm here) |
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Where are you? |
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(I'm here) |
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Where are you? |
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(I'm here) |
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Where are you? |
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I'm still trying hard to meet you |
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But it doesn't look like happening |
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'Cause the city's out to get me |
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But I won't sleep with her this evening |
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Though her buildings are impressive |
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And her cul-de-sacs amazing |
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She's had too many lovers |
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And I know you're out there waiting |
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And now she's getting into bed |
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He's had his chance, now it's too late |
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The carpet's screaming for her soul |
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The darkness wants to eat her whole |
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Tonight must be the night it ends |
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Tomorrow she will call her friends |
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And go out on her own somewhere |
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Who needs this shit anyway? |
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Oh listen |
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I wandered the streets the whole night |
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Trying to pick up your scent |
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Writing messages on walls |
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And the puddles of rain |
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Reflected your face in my eyes |
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We finally made it |
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On a hill top at 4 a.m. |
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The whole city is your jewelery box |
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A million twinkling yellow street lights |
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Reach out and take what you want |
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You can have it all |
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Jesus, it took a long time |
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I didn't think we were gonna make it |
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So bad during the day |
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But now snug and warm under an eiderdown sky |
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Oh, the things we saw everyone on Park Hill |
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Came in unison at 4:13 a.m |
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And the whole block fell down |
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The tobacconist caught fire |
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And everyone in the street died of lung cancer |
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We heard groans coming from the T-reg Chevette |
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You bet, you bet, yeah you bet |
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And tomorrow? |
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Oh, I was trying hard to meet her |
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But the fares went up at seven |
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She was somewhere in the city |
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Somewhere watching television |
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Watching people being stupid |
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Doing things she can't believe in |
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Love won't last 'til next installment |
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Ten o'clock on Tuesday evening |
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The world was going on outside |
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The night was gaping open wide |
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The wardrobe and the chest of drawers |
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Were telling her to go outdoors |
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He should have been there by that time |
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He said that he'd be there by nine |
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That guy is such a prick sometimes |
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Oh yeah, I want to tell you that |
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There's nothing to worry about because we can |
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We can get it together, oh yeah |
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We got it together tonight, didn't we? |
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I'd say we did, yeah |
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We've got a hope |