I live and work in the north east of England, my job takes me all over the area. One cold day I found a young woman lying unconscious on the ground. I tried for a while to rouse her but there was no response. I was going to phone for an ambulance when a young boy in school uniform came up to me and said it was ok, she was his mother, she was a bit 'high' and she'd be ok in a while. I carried on walking through a land of broken glass and boarded windows, when I looked back he was stroking her hair and rubbing her hands to warm them.
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It's really not that nice round here,
There's nothing much to do
You haven't got a coat to wear
Your hands are turning blue.
Your face is really pretty and I like your long dark hair,
And I like it when you hold me hand and hug me like you care.
Sparkling streets of broken glass
and boarded windows too
And rubbish lying everywhere
It can't be good for you
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And when I turn sixteen
I'm going to find a job to do
And buy a house for both of us
I'll take good care of you
Chorus
The sparkling streets of broken glass
we'll leave them far behind
And live somewhere beside the sea
Where the people are more kind
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When I look into your eyes
well, you seem far away
I'll just leave you quietly
and go back out and play
