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Cakebrick road in summer 1981
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we shared a house and garden.
At the height of all the bombing, on the run in busy, hazy London.
Through tshirt breezes walking home from work- County Kilburn sun.
Weekends we'd just wash away the dirt of busy hazy London.
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The night grew cold, the thames is old
A Da Da Da
Found that manners count for nothing and it took a Welshman in his forties.
Guinness elbows rest upon a tabletop, the two of us are earlies.
Three feet of snow fell on the Walnut road; two feet trudged.
ROund the corner came the sound of bad dreams
The flame is old, the thames is cold.
Cakebrick road in summer 1981, we left a house and garden
On the corner boys, best of friends.
The extra guitar and especially bass parts help give it a good sound, as
well as somebody banging on a snare drum.
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