I was born in Birmingham
But soon I would escape
With education
A fall from the sky
A fall from the sky
Why does
It started to rain as I reached
For your hand in
Can't make light of it
I'm back in the thick of
I'm not very bright
But I know right from wrong
And I've
Bank Holiday Monday
You don't have a lot to say
You're waiting
Working, even without you
But I'm not about to collect my
Be at the clock at six
Our chalk and cheese
We aren't kith or kin
No we're not related
We made the
The terraces of the 70's
Are only filled with rain
The corner
You lived your life like a golden hour
When the sun
Once we were lovers
Against all the others
Simply defeated
They knew they
I die, you die
Softly and so alive
No one else has
Holding hands with grace
Can there be a better place than
I had a dream and it came true
And I know
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