Dirty Old Town
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I met my love, by the gas works wall,
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dreamed a dream, by the old canal,
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Kissed my girl by the factory wall,
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Dirty old town, dirty old town
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heard a siren from the dock
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Saw a train set the night on fire
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Smelled the spring in the smoky wind
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Dirty old town, dirty old town.
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Clouds are drifting across the moon
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Cats are prowling on their beat
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Spring’s a girl in the street at night
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Dirty old town, dirty old town.
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I’m going to make a good sharp axe
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Shinning steel, tempered in the fire
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We’ll chop you down like an old oak tree
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Dirty old town, dirty old town.
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