.Everybody's pinching their guts
Young lumps of lead, floating on the harbour>They pick themselves up, now they're falling down again
Big lumps of lead floating to fruition
La, la, la
Like tickets worn, sometimes stolen
Like foreign languages, squashed into the ferry floo.
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