Lyrics
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Better stop dreaming of the quiet life
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'Cos it's the one we'll never know
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And quit running for that runaway bus
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'Cos those rosey days are few
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And...stop apologising for the things you've never done
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'Cos time is short and life is cruel
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But it's up to us to change
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This town called Malice
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Rows and rows of disused milk floats
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Stand dying in the dairy yard
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And a hundred lonely housewives
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Clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
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Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
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It's enough to make you stop believing
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When tears come fast and furious
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In a town called Malice
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Struggle after struggle, year after year
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The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice
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I'm almost stone cold dead
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In a town called Malice
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A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
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Gets dashed against the Co-op
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To either cut down on beer or the kids' new gear
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It's a big decision in a town called Malice
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The ghost of a steam train echoes down my track
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It's at the moment bound for nowhere
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Just going 'round and 'round, oh
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Playground kids and creaking swings
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Lost laughter in the breeze
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I could go on for hours and I probably will
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But I'd sooner put some joy back
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In this town called Malice
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In this town called Malice
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In this town called Malice
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