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Everything But The Girl
BALLAD OF THE TIMES
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BALLAD OF THE TIMES,
Everything But The Girl
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Narrow streets breed narrow minds and
Care for king but not for kind
ItÃ's a short hop to a long weekend
when every move you apreehend
YouÃ'll never find room to find your feet
to walk out of this avenue
Your pockets are lined with promises
when did you promise ever pay for shoes?
Counting coal trucks by the line and
raise your glasses one more time
Ã'Cause Billy has gone off to war
And God knows what heÃ's fighting for
But wartime will make him a man
Work that no one see, if you can
A heroÃ's grave is 6 feet deep not
Room enough for all his plans.
She can scrub the step but if heÃ'll never gleam
If he did sheÃ'd smash the dream
And theyÃ've held the world too long
But dreams are what you wake up from
Father was a fighter too
The only way to jump the queue
Boxing clever, times were tough
But will that ever be enough?
YouÃ'd never find room to find his feet
To walk out of these avenues
Their pockets are lined with promises
When did they promise ever pay for shoes?
When did they promise ever pay for shoes?
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Narrow streets breed narrow minds and Care for king but not for kind ItÃ's a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend YouÃ'll never find room to find your feet to walk out of this avenue Your pockets are lined with promises when did you promise ever pay for shoes? Counting coal trucks by the line and raise your glasses one more time Ã'Cause Billy has gone off to war And God knows what heÃ's fighting for But wartime will make him a man Work that no one see, if you can A heroÃ's grave is 6 feet deep not Room enough for all his plans. She can scrub the step but if heÃ'll never gleam If he did sheÃ'd smash the dream And theyÃ've held the world too long But dreams are what you wake up from Father was a fighter too The only way to jump the queue Boxing clever, times were tough But will that ever be enough? YouÃ'd never find room to find his feet To walk out of these avenues Their pockets are lined with promises When did they promise ever pay for shoes? When did they promise ever pay for shoes?
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