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You stop in the old cafe where you used to play pinball
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And look for the air-raid shelter but it's gone and the cafe seems so
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small and all the gardens That had trees and stolen apples
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now have small businesses flourishing in cinder blocks
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Then they will call your name and hand you a gold watch
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Then they will call your name but it doesn't sound like much
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And you'll never discover why it's like an old lover
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you can't touch anymore It doesn't mean much anymore
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when you go back in time back in time
You head down to the local try to find a focal point
A scratch in the wallpaper but it's all been wallpapered over
Down at the newsagents it's all pornography
And you try to get high again but it's like time-lapse photography
Then they will call your name and hand you a medal
Or something more practical like a whistling kettle
and it'll test your metal Just try to keep grinning
knowing that this feeling is Indulgence worse than sinning
trying to go back in time
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Photographs with a glossy finish letters lovers never finished
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And there in a dusty drawer a neck
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