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I unpacked my troubles |
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From an old safeways bag |
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Underneath Cardboard City lights |
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These two charactors bought me supper |
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And they gave me some fags |
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And I settled down for the night |
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And I dreamt I was drunk |
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On a tropical ocean |
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Sailing home to the missus in Kilburn |
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And there on mu bunk |
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Were all her letters of devotion |
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With some drawings and kisses |
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From the children |
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And I dreamt I was an artist |
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Like Toulouse-Lautrec or Manet |
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Drinking like a bastard in Madrid |
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Instead of underneath the arches |
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With Flanagan and Allen |
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Not a million miles from Chelsea bridge |
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And then I woke up from my dreams |
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The neighbours heard the screams |
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And all the stray dogs |
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Were barking at the smell |
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Those two scumbags had come back |
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With some matches and some petrol |
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Set fire to my bed and left me burning |
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IN HELL! |
