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Salford Sunday Skies are weeping Dawn is creeping Through the blind Salford Sunday And I'm aching For the night I left behind Salford Sunday Morning after Bass drum beating In my head Sunday papers Talking scandal And a cold Side of the bed For I left A weeping willow She should be Lying on my pillow If I wasn't Such a hard nose Such a perfect Waste of time Salford Sunday And I'm dreaming And it's all In black and white I do better When I'm dreaming Better than I did last night Salford Sunday And I'm walking Though the rain Is pelting down There's a train goes Back to London Hate to leave This ugly town For I left A weeping willow She should be Lying on my pillow If I wasn't Such a hard nose Such a perfect Waste of time Salford Sunday Skies are weeping Dawn is creeping Through the blind Salford Sunday And I'm aching For the night I left behind For the night I left behind |