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But all that's left is a place dark and lonely A terraced house in a mean street back of town Becomes a shrine when I think of you only Just two-up,
But all that's left is a place dark and lonely A terraced house in a mean street back of town Becomes a shrine when I think of you only Just two-up,
that's left is a place dark and lonely A terraced house on a mean street back of town Becomes a shrine when I think of you only Just two up, two down No
that's left is a place dark and lonely A terraced house in a mean street back of town Becomes a shrine when I think of you only Just two up two down No
night into day But all that's left is a place dark and lonely A terraced house in a mean street back of town Becomes a shrine when I think of you
weren't wrong Woah woah woah The boy from the terraced houses told you so Woah woah woah The boy from the terraced houses told you so Woah woah woah
Where did I go wrong? Cry alone I feel At home Cry Alone I feel At home Sheep tred on Those terraced steps Far gone Far gone Far gone Far
Death wins A laboratory for the end A summit so bleak and deadly He walks with mastermind determination To a neat terraced house On loan from
left is a place dark and lonely A terraced house in a mean street back of town Becomes a shrine when I think of you only Just two up to down No milk
She would sell anything, even herself Motorway services, she gets her fix He's a thief, steals from his family Steals from his neighbours' terraced
up And then they Knock 'em down To put up another Brick England Evening Creeps beyond the terraced walls Up the church steeples
Oh blessed town Of Bethlehem Within thy gray Green shade Ringed round With Terraced vineyard And depth Of olive glade There on thy high
a ghost With its rattling chains and moths Heron mill Bricks and lead Terraced homes hot pink and red I would throw it all away and choose If I
nowhere to run Got nothing going, and I still can't feel the sun. Wait for a new day, a Messianic dawn, Same terraced houses, with their cold curtains
I came from a good home A house full of terraced dreams That was enough for me You know, you had to see it to believe All the late nights, good
Mountains of Mourne" In a central Celtic chiché, the man has left no stone unturned 'Til he embarks upon the harp that once through terraced halls
terraced grass, in paddy, in bush (Call it a MineScape now) Sally holds the beggar's hand and cries At his scarred up face and absent eyes And right
I was born in poverty but when I was about nineteen I wrote a song called 'Kiss Me', and soon it was pay day A terraced house in that country, I
The sun rose first on the dead and on the sleeping On the ruins of Victorian iron works On the terraced roofs of the miners On the weekday pubs,
rather bloat in a cool dank marsh Dismal city that's where i belong Dismal city it's right here in this song Through the endless grey parade Of terraced
of condensation pull us in Terraced down by hues of the wind I feel the warmth and I think "this must be love" The tears I'm crying now, were once my blood Moving
and coastal Sea Views In the Places and the Chases And the Closes and the Courts And the high-terraced, long Avenues In the Streets and the Lanes In
Terraced streets bags and Z's Counting sheep not burning trees J's on my feet to walk the street Then shift that bag and count that P Count that P
desperate yearning On the brick wall of the terraced house, I’ll remain perching It’s a central problem that should be addressed Even Harold thought his beady
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