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Wake up straight
Caught out by the sun
on the first day of April

Out of bed
Thought it was a plane crash
But I'm sure that I was dreaming

TV on, of course
caffeine,
a science
of submission again

Another day
On this little Island
Just a bell hangs on

Porridge done
I take my kid to school
It was the pound
shop, Woolworth's

Under bridge
Where the subway sees
the daytime
and the west way flies
by

Then on my bike
down the Ladbroke
Grove
to the forthcoming
dramas

the studio
and a love of all
sweet music
we just cant let go

Let go

Let go

Let go

Let go

So meditate
on what we've all
become
on a cold day in
springtime

Civil War
is what we all where all
born into
Raise Your left hand,
right, sing

Dont capitulate to
The forces of the
market place
they're long departed

Consolidate
The love we have
together
on a cold day in
springtime