Everyday is Like Sunday

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  Trudging slowly over wet sand
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Back to the bench where your 
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clothes were stolen
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This is the coastal town
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That they forgot to close down
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Armageddon - come Armageddon  come 
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Armageddon  come

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  Every day is like Sunday
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  Every day is silent and grey

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  Hide on the promenade, etch on a 
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postcard
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How I dearly wish I was not here
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In this seaside town
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That they forgot to bomb   Come 
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bomb,   Nuclear bomb

Am                             
  Trudging back over pebbles and 
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sand
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And a strange dust lands on your 
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hands
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And on your face, on your face... 
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on your face, on your face

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  Every day is like Sunday
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  Win yourself a cheap trey
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Share some grease tea with me
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  Every day is silent and grey