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Trudging sl owly over we t sand
Back to the b ench where your clothes were sto len
This is the coastal tow n
That they for got to close dow n
Armageddon, come Armageddon
Come, Armageddon, c ome
Everyd ay is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and gre y
Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard
"How I dearly wish I was not he re"
In the seaside tow n
That they forgot to b omb
Come, come, come, nuclear bo mb
Everyd ay is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and gre y
Trudging back over pebbles and sa nd
And a strange dust la nds on your ha nds
An d on your fa ce
On your face
On your fa ce
On your face
Everyd ay is like Sunday
Win yours elf a cheap tray
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and gre y
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