(Miles, Marshall)
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Pull the damn thing down,
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We're gonna build a highway.
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And either side we'll beautify
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With concrete reaching to the sky.
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Pull the damn thing down,
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Soon you won't remember,
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As all the people turn their backs
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On cobbled stones and chimney stacks.
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Pull the damn thing down!
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They're gonna pull his house down,
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They say that it's a slum.
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No thought for peoples feelings
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'Cause progress has to come.
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The home he's had for sixty years
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Is standing in their way,
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So they'll find an institution
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Where he'll spend his lonely days.
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Pull the damn thing down,
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We're gonna build a highway.
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And I decide we'll beautify
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With concrete reaching to the sky.
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Pull the damn thing down,
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Soon you won't remember,
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As all the people turn their backs
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On cobbled stones and chimney stacks.
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Pull the damn thing down!
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He's back home for the first time
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In nearly twenty years,
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With money and position
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And wife in mink and furs.
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Places that he used to know
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Before he broke the ties
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Are all multi-storey car parks
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And he can't believe his eyes.
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Pull the damn thing down,
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We're gonna build a highway.
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And I decide we'll beautify
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With concrete reaching to the sky.
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Pull the damn thing down,
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Soon you won't remember,
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As all the people turn their backs
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On cobbled stones and chimney stacks.
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Pull the damn thing down!
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People don't want changes
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To keep up with the times.
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Secure in their surroundings
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And leading quiet lives.
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And then the man from London town
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Decides to rearrange
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And the place that they remember
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Will just never be the same.
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Pull the damn thing down,
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We're gonna build a highway.
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And I decide we'll beautify
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With concrete reaching to the sky.
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Pull the damn thing down,
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Soon you won't remember,
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As all the people turn their backs
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On cobbled stones and chimney stacks.
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Pull the damn thing down!
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Pull The Damn Thing Down
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John Miles |