The Centre, Revisited
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When the
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centre was here you were
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fifty years young
You had
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light in your eyes, no wide
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world in your lungs
Now they
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shutter the windows and
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skylights and doors
And the
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traffic goes elsewhere and you’re
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dreaming no more
You
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wait in the office they’ve
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built in the grounds
They just
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tell you the details of
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jobs to be found
When the
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centre was here, every
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thing seemed to fit
All that
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has been discarded in some
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dank woodland pit
The
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engine has seized up but you
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take to the road
And you
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search for a ramp off the
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map,
overgrown
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For they
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say if a man keeps his
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knees tightly shorn
He can
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live like they do in the
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concession
zone
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