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What do you got?

Mass produced in somewhere hot

You'll have to go on the underground

To get things done here

And then you have

Service done

This is a place to come to, or, well, it was

I know a hot spot

Crossing on the guillotine

And if you have nobody left to rely on

I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift

It's got to be that time again

And June, June will be over soon again

So get yourself up, get the past glitch on your way

There's nothing to be ashamed of

Taking off again

The 514 to East Grinstead

You've set me off

We're going up, up, up, up, up

Coursing on our greatest night

And talking types will let us down

Talk, talk, on your arse all night

You wanna be there

Step inside the tarmac ride

To the land that time forgot

Oh, let's just go there

Cracks inside the tarmac ride

To the land that crime forgot, oh no

And if you have nobody left to rely on

I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift

Going down to Lonesome Street

Going down to Lonesome Street

Lonesome Street

Going down to Lonesome Street

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