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Mum would shout and scream when dad would come home drunk When she asked him where he'd been, he'd say "Up the Clissold Arms" Chatting up some
spirits of Siem Reap It was my own damn fault, The Blue Lady, she welcomed me As sun burnt Bondi baby to Clissold Park's most high society Crazy faces
young I used to duck and weave Playing up in Clissold Park and laughing in that London breeze '93, I was a three year old with many schemes Junior
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