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Build a bridge or maybe two Together held with footsteps she outgrew But now she sits alone, everyone's long gone She dances in a photograph When it was good to joke and have a laugh But that was yesterday, if only today Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
She hears a chorus of factory girls Singin' in the streets Drinkin' their coca-colas After washing your filthy sheets
Chasin' down the avenue After a childhood that she never knew Choking on woodbine Cigarettes just kill the time Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
She hears a chorus of factory girls Singin' aoin and all Empty are their pockets But their voices are filled with song
come day go day wish in my heart it was sunday Drinking buttermilk all the week And whiskey on a sunday (traditional)
Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
She hears a chorus of factory girls Singin' in the streets Drinkin' their coca-colas After washing your filthy sheets
She hears a chorus of factory girls Singin' aoin and all Empty are their pockets But their voices are filled with song
Slayed Richard and his court of Kings He stole my heart and many other things But me I took his crown Wish he was here to steal it now