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Oh how swallow is to hunger As a pigeon to my trafalgar In them young boys eyes she'd seen The kind of men they could have been
Home is far from here You see they are from the other side of the horizon Where a lad stands a slim chance Even if they knew They've made all the right choices
And so could you imagine it How it feels to be a mother in this Part of borough of never ending field
Edmonton Edmonton Will we change
From time to time I ponder But this so called reason for pondering Ponders no end And boris promised a sweet plan so We gave him a second chance He said stand and be headstrong Black gigantic livingstones
Oh how whispering is to falling short As anger to the shutting of a door John 11: 35 Jesus wept and wept and wept Cause ain't nobody getting up from their sleep Saying how about we start a new thread
I ain't talkin about revolution Just a simple hello friend will do Ain't much of a duty in this part borough Of never ending field
Edmonton Edmonton Will we change
I aint talking about a revolution Just a simple hello friend, will do Aint much of a duty in all parts boroughs Of never ending feuds