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Rusholme Ruffians

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  • The last night of the fair
    By the big wheel generator
    A boy is stabbed
    And his money is grabbed
    And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine

    She is Famous
    She is Funny
    An engagement ring
    Doesn't mean a thing
    To a mind consumed by brass (money)

    And though I walk home alone
    I might walk home alone ...
    ...But my faith in love is still devout

    The last night of the fair
    From a seat on a whirling waltzer
    Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
    It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
    From a seat on a whirling waltzer
    Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
    It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)

    And though I walk home alone
    I might walk home alone ...
    ...But my faith in love is still devout

    Then someone falls in love
    And someone's beaten up
    Someone's beaten up
    And the senses being dulled are mine
    And someone falls in love
    And someone's beaten up
    And the senses being dulled are mine

    And though I walk home alone
    I might walk home alone ...
    ...But my faith in love is still devout

    This is the last night of the fair
    And the grease in the hair
    Of a speedway operator
    Is all a tremulous heart requires
    A schoolgirl is denied
    She said : How quickly would I die
    If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?
    La ...

    This is the last night of the fair
    And the grease in the hair
    Of a speedway operator
    Is all a tremulous heart requires
    A schoolgirl is denied
    She said : How quickly would I die
    If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?
    La ...

    So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
    (This means you really love me)
    Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
    (This means you really love me)
    Oh ...

    And though I walk home alone
    I just might walk home alone
    But my faith in love is still devout
    I might walk home alone
    But my faith in love is still devout
    I might walk home alone
    But my faith in love is still devout
    La ...

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