Intro: D5

F#5
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
E5
cos it's the one we'll never know
F#5
And quit running for that runaway bus -
E5
cos those rosey days are few
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And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
A5
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
but it's up to us to change
                    D5 (Intro)
This town called malice.
F#5
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
E5
stand dying in the dairy yard
F#5
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch
E5
empty milk bottles to their hearts
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Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
A5
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
                    D5 (Intro)
In a town called malice.
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Papapapa parapa
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Struggle after struggle - year after year
A5
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -

I'm almost stone cold dead
                    D5 (Intro)
In a town called malice.
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A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
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gets dashed against the Co-op
A5
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
                                        D5 (Intro)
It's a big decision in a town called malice.
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The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
F#5
It's at the moment bound for nowhere -
E5
just going round and round
G5
Playground kids and creaking swings -
F#5
lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will -
but I'd sooner put some joy back
                       D5 (Intro)
In this town called malice.