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Oh no, what's happened to Soho?Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?Oh no, what's happened to Soho?Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?The landlord say your lease is up,the council says you are corrupt,either way you got to go,to make way for a new TescoThey sanitize and clean,Unpick it at the seamunravel and destroy,decades of what has been,wave good-bye to the whole damn scenebye bye bye, my gin-soaked dreamOh no, what's happened to Soho?Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?Oh no, what's happened to Soho?Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?People gathered 'round to watch as their small empire sinks,Now empty rooms resound with the memories of a million drinks,Then the brightest stars in the blackest night burn themselves out,So the subjects all take flight,Letras de cancionesIt's over there can be no doubtI know Soho is a parody of itselfI know a few frequenters sit on the shelfRegaling first-time histories they did not even liveIn every group there's those that have nothing left to giveOh no, what's happened to Soho?Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?Oh no, what's happened to Soho?Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?Where do I go for a familyOf outspoken praise and dandies and queensBearded witty, bitter menAnd acutely self-aware has-beensSharp blonde women that will throw your responses back in your faceEven the coy girls will put you back in your place[???????]The wisest words will arise from an old rogue's wry smileThis is a place where no one cares about what you doNo one will ask, just carry the conversation throughWhere do I go?Where do I go?Where do I go?Oh no, what's happened to Soho?Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?Oh no, what's happened to Soho?Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?Oh no, what's happened to Soho?Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?Where do I go (go)Where do I go (go)Where do I go (go)Where do I go?Where do I go?Where do I go?Where do I go?Where do I go?Where do I go? From Letras Mania