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[Verse 1]:
C C G
F
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town
F come
C C
G G
F F
Every day is like Sunday Every day is silent and grey [Verse 2]:
C C G
In this seaside town
F
Hide on the promenade, etch on a postcard
Am
Come bomb,
F
Nuclear bomb
G G F G
and a strange dust lands on your hands and on your face, on your face... on your face, on your face
C C
G G F