Intro:

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Meet me on the wastelands - later this day,

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We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe,

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For there's not much else to do

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In this drab and colourless place.

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We'll sit amongst the rubber tyres,

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Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac - people have no use for,

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Amongst the smouldering embers of yesterday.

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And when or if the sun shines,

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Lighting our once beautiful features,

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We'll smile, but only for seconds,

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For to be caught smiling's to acknowledge life,

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A brave but useless show of compassion,

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And that is forbidden in this drab and colourless world.

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Meet me on the wastelands - the ones behind,

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The old houses - the ones left standing pre-war -

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The ones overshadowed by those monolith monstrosities -

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Councils call homes

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And there amongst the shit - the dirty linen,

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The holy Coca-Cola tins - the punctured footballs,

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the ragged dolls - the rusting bicycles,

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We'll sit and probably hold hands.

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And watch the rain fall - watch it, watch it -

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Tumble and fall - tumble and falling -

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Like our lives - like our lives -

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Just like our lives.

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We'll talk about the old days,

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When the wasteland was release, when we could play,

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And think - without feeling guilty - meet me later

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But we'll have to hold hands.

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Tumble and fall - tumble and falling -

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Like our lives - like our lives -

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Exactly like our lives.