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    Slough, it's not a place of pondering poets
    or one of camera shy artists
    Just children painting pictures of factories as the sun goes down.
    Slough, its not a place of great ambition
    But its been on television
    Pointed out as one of Britain's unhappiest towns

    Slough, this where you live
    and you'll never want to leave
    You'll Never get to leave

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    Slough, this is where you work
    Get to the factory, get to the factory x2

    Slough, there aren't any tourists here
    No-one comes here because they fear
    The factories that I see every day
    The Bath Road smells of chocolate or marshmallows
    old ladies with skin saggy and sallow
    Smile happily on as the sun goes down over Slough.

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