New Pudsey, the sounds of New Pudsey
The name that taunts me.
And chinese women in blue and black
And i thought we were worth more than that.
All i can see is blue, a navy blue that lines the tracks.
New Pudsey; i've never been.
A name, a phantom place.
That name so far immersed
In hopeless waste.
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