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Wake up straight
Caught out by the sun
on the first day of April

Out of bed
Thought it was a plane crash
But I'm sure that I was dreaming

TV on,
of course caffeine, a science
of submission again

Another day
On this little Island
Just a bell hangs on

Porridge done
I take my kid to school
It was the pound shop,
Woolworth's

Under bridge
Where the subway sees
the daytime
and the west way flies by

Then on my bike
down the Ladbroke Grove
to the forthcoming dramas

the studio and a love of all
sweet music
we just can't let go...

So meditate
on what we've all become
on a cold day in springtime

Civil War
is what we all were all
born into
Raise Your left hand,
right, sing

Don't capitulate to
The forces of the market place
they're long departed

Consolidate
The love we have together
on a cold day in springtime

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