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You stop in the old cafe where you used to play pinball

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And look for the air-raid shelter but it's gone and the cafe seems so

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small and all the gardens That had trees and stolen apples

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now have small businesses flourishing in cinder blocks

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Then they will call your name and hand you a gold watch

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Then they will call your name but it doesn't sound like much

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And you'll never discover why it's like an old lover

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you can't touch anymore It doesn't mean much anymore

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when you go back in time back in time



You head down to the local try to find a focal point

A scratch in the wallpaper but it's all been wallpapered over

Down at the newsagents it's all pornography

And you try to get high again but it's like time-lapse photography

Then they will call your name and hand you a medal

Or something more practical like a whistling kettle

and it'll test your metal Just try to keep grinning

knowing that this feeling is Indulgence worse than sinning

trying to go back in time



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Photographs with a glossy finish letters lovers never finished

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And there in a dusty drawer a neck