The city smells like mouldy paper
It's better to walk than take the bus
The phlegmy voices in the morning
oh how you never fail to please
Take to the pavements early daytime we can dance
Don't look now I think the sky is falling down
Oh don't look now I think the sky has fallen through
You and me should have a party
With china teacups on the lawn
We'll
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