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Come what may
When they closed down my favourite record store
I shed a little tear
I used to buy my vinyl
With my pocket money here
Slowly all my childhood
Has been ripped out of this town
The bulldozers are coming in
My memories falling down
The bar where I drank my first beer
And floated in the stratosphere
It’s now a store sells fancy goods
And smelly things and bath time suds
The sports shop wh...
Friday 25th May 2018 12:38 pm
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