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What do you got 
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 Mass produced in somewhere hot 
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 You'll have to go on the Underground 
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 To get things done here 
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 (And then you have to see)  
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 If you need a yellow duck - service done 
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 This is a place to come to, or, well, it was 
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 I know a hot spot 
 B                          A         B          A 
 Crossing on the guillotine 

F#m                            B 
And if you have nobody left to rely on 
F#m                                  B 
I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift 
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It's got to be that time again 
D         B 
And june, june will be over soon again 
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So get yourself up, get past on your way 
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There's nothing to be ashamed of 
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Taking off again 
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The 514 to East Grinstead 
E 
(You've sent me off to see) 
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We're going up, up, up, up, up 
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Coursing on our greatest night 
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And talking types will let us down, again 
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Talk, talk on your arse all night 
             E 
You wanna be there 

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Step inside the tarmac ride 
E                D 
To the land that crime forgot 
E                       D             E            D 
Oh, just don't go there 
E                D 
Cracks inside the tarmac ride 
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To the land that crime forgot, oh no 

F#m                             B 
And if you have nobody left to rely on 
F#m                                   B 
I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift 
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Going down to Lonesome Street 
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Going down to Lonesome Street 
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Lonesome Street 
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Going down to Lonesome Street 
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Lonesome Street 
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Going down to Lonesome Street 
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Lonesome Street 
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