And into the sea goes pretty England and damn meAround the Bay of Biscay and back for teaHit traffic
on the dogger bankUp the Thames to find a taxi rankSail on by with the tide and go to sleepAnd the
radio says
THIS IS A LOWBUT IT WON'T HURT YOUWHEN YOU ARE ALONE IT WILL BE THERE WITH YOUFINDING WAYS TO STAY
SOLO
On the Tyne forth and CramityThere's a low in the high fortiesAnd Saturday's locked away on the
pierNot fast enough dearAnd on the Malin head, Blackpool looks blue and redAnd the Queen, she's gone
round the bendJumped off Land's End
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