Town Called Malice - Paul Weller

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Better stop dreaming of the quiet life, it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus, 'cos those rosey days are few
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And stop apologising for the things you've never done
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'cos time is short and life is cruel, but it's up to us to change
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this town called Malice, yeah-eah-eah

Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard
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-eah-eah
This town called Malice, ooh-ooh-yeah

Ba ba ba ba bada ba, ba ba bada baa oh
Ba ba ba ba bada ba, ba ba bada baa oh
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, yeah-eah-eah

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	A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
	Gets dashed against the Co-op
	          E
	To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
	       F#                            B
 	It's a big decision in a town called Malice

The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere, just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in the breeze
Could go on for hours and probably will, sooner put some joy back in
this town called Malice, yeah-eah-eahB
This town called Malice, yeah Ooh-ooh-yeah

B / Bsus4