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    Trudging slowly over wet sand
    Back to the bench
    Where your clothes were stolen

    This is the coastal town
    That they forgot to close down
    Armageddon—come, Armageddon! Come, Armageddon! Come!

    Everyday is like Sunday
    Everyday is silent and grey

    Hide on the promenade
    Etch a postcard,
    "How I dearly wish I was not here."

    In the seaside town
    ...that they forgot to bomb
    Come! Come! Come—nuclear bomb!

    Everyday is like Sunday
    Everyday is silent and grey

    Trudging back over pebbles and sand
    And a strange dust lands on your hands
    And on your face, on your face, on your face, on your face

    Everyday is like Sunday
    "Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
    Share some greased tea with me
    Everyday is silent and grey

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