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It`s a chilly English winter,
And solitude is never easy to maintain,
Except when it rains.
So I hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyes,
And go out for a walk.
The wet morning sun reflects off the paving-stones,
While a little dog barks its head off,
In the distance.
CHORUS (x2)
Oh, what a perfect day,
To think about my silly world.
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
Passing by a cemetery,
I think of all the little hopes and dreams,
That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil.
I see an old man fingering his perishing flesh.
He tells himself he was a good man and did good things.
Amused and confused by life`s little ironies,
He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation.
People turn around with unseeing eyes.
They`re looking for something that doesn`t exist.
The world you once knew is being eaten up by rust.
No-one has time for the past, but still, in God they trust.
The future is now, but it`s all going wrong.
Bodies good for nothing, but it`s to nothing they belong.
People say prayers and some work hard.
If you give them all your money, they`ll give you their hearts.
This town ain`t going like a ghost town.
It`s going like hell....
Chorus (x5)

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