For Tomorrow (Visit To Primrose Hill Extended)

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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,
He's hanging on for dear life
And so we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing la la la la la ...
Holding on for tomorrow

She's a twentieth century girl,
With her hands on the wheel
Trying not to make him sick again,
Seeing what she can borrow
London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes,
But we're lost on the Westway

And so we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

(chorus)

(middle)

We're trying not to be sick again
An holding on for tomorrow
She's a twentieth century girl,
Holding on for dear life

And so we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

(chorus)

(Jim stops and gets out the car, goes to a house in Emperors gate, through the door and to his room, then he puts the TV on, turns it off and makes some tea, says Modern Life is Rubbish, then Susan comes into the room, she's a naughty girl with a lovely smile says let's take a drive to Primrose Hill it's windy there and the view is so nice,London ice can freeze your toes like anyone I suppose.)