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Plastic clothes pins that degraded in the sunlight, turned into plastic powder.

Beware of the place named Agitator Appliances, run out of some mad buggers garage.

It’s five and I’m driving home again

It’s hard to believe that it’s my last time

The man on the wireless cries again

“It’s over, it’s over”

It’s late and I’m with my love alone

We drink to forget the coming storm

We love to the sound of our favorite song

Over and over

Dancing, with tears in my eyes

Weeping for the memory of a life gone by

Dancing, with tears in my eyes

Living out a memory of a love that died

Wot’s … video…eh?