He's a twentieth century boy, with his hands on the rails, trying not to be sick again, and holding on for tomorrow, london ice cracks on a seamless line, but we're lost on the westway, so we hold each other tightly, and hold on for tomorrow,
singing, la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la......
She's a twentieth century girl, with her hands on the wheels, trying not to make him sick again, and seeing what she can borrow, London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes, we're holding on for dear life, so we hold each other tightly, and we can wait until tomorrow,
singing, la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la.......
Jim stops and gets out the car, goes to a house, in Emperors gate, goes up the stairs, into his room, and then he puts the TV, he turns it off and makes some tea, say's modern life well it's rubbish, we're holding on for tomorrow,
then suzie comes into the room, she's a lovely girl with a naughty smile, says take a drive to Primrose Hill, it's windy there, and the view's so nice, London ice can freeze your toes, like anyone well I suppose we're holding on for tomorrow, oh oh oh.............
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