"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"

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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

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

Trudging back over pebbles and sand

And a strange dust lands on your hands

And 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