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Verse 1
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I was a post-war baby
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baby in a small Scots town
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I was three years old when
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we moved down south
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Hard times written in
my mother's looks
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With her widow's pension
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and her ration books
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Aneurin Bevan took the miners' cause
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The the House of Commons
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in his coal dust voice
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We were locked up safe
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and warm from the snow
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With "Life with the Lyons"
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on the radio
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And Churchill said to
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Louis Mountbatten
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"I just can't stand to see you today
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How could you have gone and given
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In dia away?"
Mountbatten just frowned,
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said "What can I say?
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Some of these things slip
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through your hands
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And there's no good talking or
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making plans"
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But Churchill he just flapped his wings
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Said "I don't really care to
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discuss these things, but
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Oh, every time I look at you
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I feel so low I don't
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know what to do
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Well every day just seems to
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bring bad news
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Leaves me here with the Post
World War Two Blues"
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Verse 2
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1959 was a very strange time
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A bad year for Labour and a
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good year for wine
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Uncle Ike was our American pal
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And nobody talked about
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the Suez Canal
I can still remember the
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last time I cried
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The day that Buddy Holly died
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I never met him,
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so it may seem strange
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Don't some people just
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affect you that way
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And all in all it was good
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The even seemed to be in
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an optimistic mood
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While TW3 sat and laughed at it all
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Till some began to see
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the cracks in the walls
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And one day Macmillan was
coming downstairs
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A voice in the dark caught him unawares
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It was Christine Keeler blow
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ing him a kiss
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He said "I never believed
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it could happen like this
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But oh, every time I look at you
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I feel so low I don't
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know what to do
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Well every day just seems to
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bring bad news
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Leaves me here with the post World War Two Blues"
Interlude 1
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Verse 3
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I came up to London when I was nineteen
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With a corduroy jacket and
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a head full of dreams
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In coffee bars I spent my nights
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Reading Allen Ginsberg, talking civil rights
The day Robert Kennedy
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got shot down
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The world was wearing a deeper frown
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And though I knew that we'd lost a friend
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I always believed we
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would win in the end
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'Cause music was the
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scenery
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Jimi Hendrix played loud and free
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Sergeant Pepper was real to me
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Songs and poems were
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all you needed
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Which way did the sixties go?
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Now Ramona's in Desolation Row
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And where I'm going I hardly know
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It surely wasn't like this before but
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Oh, every time I look around
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I feel so low my head
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seems underground
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Well every day just seems to
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bring bad news
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Leaves me here with the Post
World War Two Blues
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Verse 4
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Oh, every time I look at you
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I feel so low I don't
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know what to do
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Well every day just seems to
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bring bad news
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Leaves me here with the post
Outro 1
World War Two Blues
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