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same oul facessame oul streetssame oul people is all you meettoo long waitingstanding roundI'm sick and tired of thissame oul townsame oul drizzlesame oul rainsame oul walkingback home againsame oul heartachelost and foundsame old storysame oul townoh I go out for a walkto see if there's newsthe rain on the pathleaking into me shoesan i do talk to meselfcos i'm my only best friendit's sunday nightnearly monday morning againSame oul mondayLetras de cancionesclosed all daythe farmers and their wisps of haysame oul hanging around the squaresame oul spooferssame oul staresyou're welcome backyeah bang the doorthis christmas-time and the time beforedont like asking, you knowyou're fairly wideyou'd never give usthe price of a pintand I go out for a walk.....you know you'd often wonderas the years go pastwhy you ever botheredgoing to masswas it the fear of godor to find a wifeor just buying sharesin the afterlifethe bell still tollsi heard it therefor the final journeyup to the squareshop doors closeand the blinds come downsame oul storysame oul townand i do howl at the mooni go barking at dogstake off all me clothesand lie out in the bogan i do talk to meselfi'm my only best friendit's sunday nightnearly monday morning againit's just the same oul storysame oul townsame oul faces...... From Letras Mania