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This town was tailor made for dying in And on these streets The gutters are for crying in And no-one’s flying in anytime soon We’re all lying in bed until noon Knock-kneed and hackneyed It was ever thus If we’re not waiting for a kidney We’re waiting for a bus I got a cold call On a hot summer’s day I didn’t really It’s just written that way Feisty harridans, angels and crones Get the Haynes and call Suranne Jones Cup cakes and clichés New drama for spring Thanks for the warning I’m gonna be in Beijing Rodney Ontong and Lynsey de Paul On the ale on the Antonine Wall SongtexteHe bleating keenly On seven point nine She veering wildly Away from the line Away from the line Away from the line Away from the… Aus Songtexte Mania