"King's Cross"The man at the back of the queue was sentTo feel the smack of firm governmentLinger by the flyposter, for a fightIt's the same story every nightI've been hurt and we've been hadYou leave home, and you don't go backSomeone told me Monday, someone told me SaturdayWait until tomorrow and there's still no wayRead it in a book or write it in a letterWake up in the morning and there's still no guaranteeOnly last night I found myself lostBy the station called King's CrossDead and wounded on either sideYou know it's only a matter of timeI've been good and I've been badI've been guilty of hanging aroundSomeone told me Monday, someone told me SaturdayWait until tomorrow and there's still no wayRead it in a book or write it in a letterWake up in the morning and there's still no guaranteeSo I went looking out todayFor the one who got awayMurder walking round the blockEnding up in King's CrossGood luck, bad luck waiting in a lineIt takes more than the matter of timeSomeone told me Monday, someone told me SaturdayWait until tomorrow and there's still no wayRead it in a book or write it in a letterWake up in the morning and there's still no guaranteeSomeone told me Monday, someone told me SaturdayWait until tomorrow and there's still no wayRead it in a book or write it in a letterWake up in the morning and there's still no guaranteeAnd there's still no guaranteeThere is still no guarantee
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