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Orphan Boy
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From The Provinces
From picket lines to picket fences Those leaden skies are paved with gold Let fortune chime on godforsaken Places still untold
All spirits rise like misty mornings All contracts die, all sellers lose All frontiers lie on streets you're born in Make up your own news
It came from Doncaster It came from Cumbernauld The bedsits and the bistro bars of Basingstoke Right here in Runcorn Right here in Scunthorpe Morecambe, Mansfield, Mablethorpe
Let's start a fire where nothing prospered Lift up the stones and let it all crawl out Lay down the bones of infrastructure Write your own instruction for
The big-times redistributed Satellites without gravity What's left behind was narcoleptic, anyway Watch them flee the industry 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
And it came from Workington It came from Kirkcaldy The prefabs and the function rooms of Pontefract Right here in Redcar Right here in Fishguard Worksop, Widnes, all things west of Lowestoft.
From all the places that you've heard about Beyond the slip roads, country lanes, With willing faces always staring back From shattered bus stops in the rain It matters not if they don't hear about It matters not if there is fame It matters not if there's no magic thread Through places, footnotes And thumb prints on your panes From here to the gates of Hasty Lane
Re-draft the manuscript, re-write the nondescript, Re-wire the network and emancipate the ill-equipped. Forgotten overspills, under the cotton mills And the rainbow leans over Milton Keynes' new scenesters...
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