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C#mYou'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life
cos Bmit's the one we'll never know
C#mAnd quit running for the runaway bus
'cos those Bmrosey days are few
And Dstop apologising for the C#mthings you've never done
E'cos life is short and time is cruel, but it's up to us to change
ThCis town called Amalice.
C#mRows and rows of disused milk floats stand Bmdying in the dairy yard
C#mAnd a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty Bmmilk bottles to their hearts
DHanging out their old love letters C#mon the line to dry
EIt's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
InC a town called Amalice.
(Crowd sing Ba ba ba ba ba while he plays C#m Bm C#m Bm)
DStruggle after struggle, C#myear after year
EThe atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead
InC a town called Amalice.
C#mThe ghost of a steam train, Bmechoes down my track
C#mIt's at the moment bound for nowhere,Bm just going round and round
DPlayground kids and creaking swings, C#mlost laughter in the breeze
EI could go on for hours and I probably will, but I'd sooner put some joy back here
In this town called Amalice.
AYeah yeah yeah
AThis town called malice.
AWoah Oh yeah
A
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