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Wake up straight
Called out by the Sun
On the first day of April
Out of bed
Lord, it was a plane crash
But Im sure that I was dreaming
TV on
Of course caffeine and signs
Of submission again
Another day
On this little island
Just a bell hangs on
Porridge done
I take my kid to school
It was the pound shop, Woolworths
Under bridge
Where the subway sees the daytime
And the West Way flies by
Then on my bike
Down the Ladbroke Grove
To the forthcoming dramas
The studio
And a love of all sweet music
We just cant let go
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go
So meditate
On what weve all become
On a cold day in springtime
Civil War
Is what we all were born into
Raise your left hand, right, sing
Dont capitulate
To the forces of the marketplace
Theyre long departed
Consolidate
The love weve had together
On a cold day in springtime