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Berkshire Poppies

So many people

With nothing to do

Hundreds of buildings

That block out my viewWatched by a tramp

With a hole in his shoe

Standing alone

On the cornerHe's thinking that work

Is all a big joke

While he looks in the gutter

For something to smokeAnd two hundred kids

In one red minimoke

Scream down the street

Fully loadedDay in the city

Oh, what a pityI could be in Berkshire

Where the poppies are so pretty

I could be in Berkshire

Where the poppies are so prettyI wish that

I was there

I wanna make

It out of therePeople like sardines

Packed in a can

Waiting for Christmas

That's made in JapanAnd I'm having trouble

With my apple flan

Sat in the cafe

On the cornerI walk through the green gates

And into the park

Where murderers crawl

After girls in the darkDown by the shed

I heard a remark

I turned on but no one

Could hear me, no oneDay in the city

Oh, what a pityI could be in Berkshire

Where the poppies are so pretty

I could be in Berkshire

Where the poppies are so prettyI wish that

I was there

I wanna make

It out of thereI wanna make

It out of there

I wanna make

It out of there

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