Dirty old hole in the side of the road
For the man who cleans the streets
Opened pub doors where the working class goes at night
Written on walls where the cats have a crawl
For the glass along the top
Man I was born there, I'm gonna walk right back
Costafine town, it's a fine town
I'm coming home
I feel so lonely, I been too long away
Costafine town, it's a fine town
I'm coming home
I wish I'd never made up my mind to stray
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