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• Afternoon to afternoon

Afternoon to afternoon
Dressed in their smart suits
Troubadors and spivs and a
Won't complain a down and out man
Who's reckoning the world is
Full to the brim of
Jokers and smokers and
Profit sniffing cokers
And an elegant child wishes one day he can ride with him

Afternoon to afternoon
Benchmark to benchmark
Phone called at dawn to dogs are barking in the alley again
One eye open keeps one on the sitting room floor
A man down on his luck goes shoots em up
And the kids in the alley are screaming for a little bit more
And the kids in the alley are screaming for a little bit more

And I say hold on, hold on
My love is upturned and I'm still standing strong
The policeman has caught me
Right on the back of my head
It wasn't my fault he was playing me dead
So catch the rumour that some say is true
I once loved a woman but it sure wasnt you

And I say hold on, hold on
My sweat has been dribbling for I have done wrong
My arms are cut up while I live by your Hollywood hands
I would ask questions but I would not understand
I've got a mind to blame it on the rest
But an old man once told me to take it as a test
Fight I'm strong

Afternoon to afternoon
Won't you come along with me
The band's there to meet us
And their playing your favourite song
As the drums kick in you're merry and dancing so bright
So later on I decide to tag along
And the band gives his time to play into the day
And I said the band gives up his time to play into the day

Afternoon to afternoon, dim lights are fading
Records are playing those kids don't need saving
The schools are out and streets are packed to the brim
Of old school boys and country fair noise
Rain over the nest while hatching a dirty plan is slim

And I say hold on, hold on
My love is my turn and I'm still standing strong
The policeman has caught me
Right on the back of my head
It wasn't my fault he was playing me dead
So catch the rumour of what some say is true
I once loved a woman but it sure wasnt you

And I say hold on now, hold on
My sweat has been dribbling for I have done wrong
My arms are cut up but I live by your Hollywood hand
I would ask questions but I would not understand
I've got a mind to blame it on the rest
But an old man once told me to take it as a test
A special *something* boy when you're fighting the best
When two sharper wounds sting right across your chest
Fight I'm strong
Fight I'm strong
Fight I'm strong

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