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THERE WAS BLOOD ON THE HANDS OF A HUNGRY SAILOR

THERE WAS SMOKE ON THE TIDE AND MEN ON THE SANDS

NO FORTUNE FOR THOSE WHO DARED TO SURVIVE

SAVAGES, NOBLES AND CONVICTS ALL LAND

THE JETTY IS GETTING SHORTER BUT NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE

AND THE BIRDS GONE QUIET AT MALCOM'S POINT

THE WATERS GETTING DARKER WITH THE BODIES GONE MISSING

AND THE GHOSTS OF SWIMMERS ON THE GROYNE

EVERYTHING YOU LOVE YOU LOSE

IT WAS ALL YELLOW AND BLUE

NOW IT'S ALL JUST AVENUES

THERE'S LONELY STUMPS IN THE SAND WHERE THE SEAGULLS CRY

DOWN THAT GLANVILLE RAILWAY LINE

AS THE WORLD WAR CLOCK STRIKES 6 ON THE DOT

WON'T YOU TAKE ME BACK TO 1849

EVERYTHING YOU LOVE YOU LOSE

IT WAS ALL YELLOW AND BLUE

NOW IT'S ALL JUST AVENUES

EVERYTHING YOU LOVE YOU LOSE

IT WAS ALL YELLOW AND BLUE

NOW IT'S ALL AVENUES

EVERYTHING YOU LOVE YOU LOSE

IT WAS ALL YELLOW AND BLUE

NOW IT'S ALL JUST AVENUES

THAT WHICH WORKS IS NEVER USED

AND LIFE SEEMS BETTER THAN THE NEWS

IN FIVE THOUSAND NINETEEN