DIRTY OLD TOWN (EN)

I found my love by the gasworks croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall

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Dirty old town,

dirty old town

I heard a siren from the docks

Saw a train set the night on fire

Smelled the spring on the smoky wind

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Dirty old town,

Dirty old town

Clouds are floating across the moon
Cats are prowling upon their beat
Spring's a girl in the streets at night

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Dirty old town,

Dirty old town

I'm going to make a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
We'll chop you down like an old dead tree

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Dirty old town,

Dirty old town

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