There's a patch of longing at the edge of town
Don't run so fast 'cause my heels get caught
An American tourist he says he wanted some rock
I could've just flipped the sign, charged him anything, taken everything he's got
I saw a little sign up in the sky
Reminded me of something in your eye
That's Brighton pier, darling
Where the lights
They sing a sad, sad song
They sing a dirty old song
But we carry on
Across the wooden boards and then far out to sea
I never even realized you were seeing the same thing as me
I'm cutting up on Swinton street with my head held high
I kiss her on the lips and sometimes it's hard to say goodbye
Where the lights
They sing a sad, sad song
Sing a dirty old song
But we carry on
Where the lights
They sing a sad, sad song
Sing a dirty old song
But we carry on
Don't run so fast 'cause my heels get caught
An American tourist he says he wanted some rock
I could've just flipped the sign, charged him anything, taken everything he's got
I saw a little sign up in the sky
Reminded me of something in your eye
That's Brighton pier, darling
Where the lights
They sing a sad, sad song
They sing a dirty old song
But we carry on
Across the wooden boards and then far out to sea
I never even realized you were seeing the same thing as me
I'm cutting up on Swinton street with my head held high
I kiss her on the lips and sometimes it's hard to say goodbye
Where the lights
They sing a sad, sad song
Sing a dirty old song
But we carry on
Where the lights
They sing a sad, sad song
Sing a dirty old song
But we carry on
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