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I can feel summer at last from the heat

In the red-brick city

The evening light pulls a veil of linen

Over the night time

Life's a gas

Will I walk there again.

In the sleeping Vale of Evesham

lies a shady town in market garden land

The abbey, demonic and provoking

I have laid across its stones

The back street pub where Bowie sang

"Is there life on Mars"

While the boys in the back room

pumped heroin into their veins

The girls, my friends determined

Not to succeed

Pregnant by unknown fathers by fourteen

Mocked me my ambition

The tramp we thought we killed

Had us running scared

Deeper into night

>From fight to fight

The transport cafe from which

We'd steal our golden dreams

So few survived and

Those who have,

Have disappeared just flowers on their graves

Born with broken hearts yes,

Thank you world for my crucufied icons

Lovers of the impossible dream

T.V.'s suicides, mass sacrifice

We're just buzzing in the hive

Born with broken hearts