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Town Called Mailce

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You'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life
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cos it's the one we'll never know
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And quit running for the runaway bus
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'cos those rosey days are few
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And stop apologizing for the things you've never done
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'cos life is short and time is cruel, but it's up to us to change
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This town called malice.
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Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard
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And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
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Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
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It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
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In a town called malice.
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Struggle after struggle, year after year
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The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead
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In a town called malice.
                F#m                                                                         Em  
The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track
F#m                                                                                                                                                 Em  
It's at the moment bound for nowhere, just going round and round
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Playground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in the breeze
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I could go on for hours and I probably will, but I'd sooner put some joy back here
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In this town called malice.
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Yeah yeah yeah
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This town called malice.
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Woah Oh yeah
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