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We could run
She’s back, back from the worries and woes
Back to her laughs and chuckles
And we’ve gone back, back to our first days
Camden Palace no more
I should Koko you can now say
Beth Ditto on a Monday night whatever next
Rolling back the years
Yes I’ve got my little girl back
Shorter hair, but not short of love and laughter
Swaying and singing at the top of our voices
Eyes ...
Tuesday 17th October 2017 4:00 pm
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