I walked down by the river where we used to go
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And underneath the bridge where we first kissed
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The old town that we knew is dead and gone
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Gone
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The sickly sun shines grayly through the mist
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And like the love we used to know
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The poisoned river waters flow
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And then they're gone
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For some of us still life moves on
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Our love is just a relic of the past
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You'd never recognise the old town now
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Somewhere behind the concrete and the glass
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The monuments of England's sacred cow
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Where are all the human beings?
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Have they been sent to Milton Keynes?
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They used to live round here but now they're gone
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For some of us still life moves on
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Still life
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Kirsty MacColl |