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Better stop dreaming of the quiet life, 'cause it's the one we'll never know And quit running for the runaway bus 'cause those rosy days are few And stop apologizing for the things you've never done 'Cause time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change This town called malice Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious In a town called malice, yeah Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, oh Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Struggle after struggle, year after year The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead In a town called malice, ooh yeah A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef Gets dashed against the Co-op To either cut down on beer or the kid's new gear It's a big decision in a town called malice, ooh yeah
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