... the Chattering Classes invaded Hebden Bridge
And priced the likes of me and mine,
To the pots of the Pennine Ridge,
To South East Wales I was forced to flee,
And now I have no job,
That's why tonight I'm sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob.
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Thu 6 Aug 2009, 14:59,
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To the pots of the Pennine Ridge,
To South East Wales I was forced to flee,
And now I have no job,
That's why tonight I'm sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob.
Heathcliffe, it's me, your Cathy
hanging around outside a bar in Spain 2 years ago making some chance comment which we'll now spend hundreds of thousands of pounds pointlessly following up which is funny really because a polygraph is real fucking cheap and only takes 30 minutes perhaps we should try that on the parents first.
So co-o-o-old
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Thu 6 Aug 2009, 15:05,
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So co-o-o-old