And into the sea goes pretty England and me

Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea

Hit traffic on the dogger bank

Up the Thames to find a taxi rank

Sail on by with the tide and go asleep

And the radio says



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THIS IS A LOW

BUT IT WON'T HURT YOU

WHEN YOU ARE ALONE IT WILL BE THERE WITH YOU

FINDING WAYS TO STAY SOLO



On the Tyne forth and Cramity

There's a low in the high forties

And Saturday's locked away on the pier

Not fast enough dear

On the Malin head, Blackpool looks blue and red

And the Queen, she's gone round the bend

Jumped off Land's End

And the radio says



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