Žodžiai dainai: Pogues, The. White City.

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Here a tower shinning bright

Once stood gleaming in the night

Where now there's just the rubble

In the hole here the paddies and the frogs

Came to gamble on the dogs

Came to gamble on the dogs not long ago



Oh the torn up ticket stubs

From a hundred thousand mugs

Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain

And the car-parks going up

And they're pulling down the pubs

And its just another bloody rainy day



Oh sweet city of my dreams

Of speed and skill and schemes

Like Atlantis you just disappeared from view

And the hare upon the wire

Has been burnt upon your pyre

Like the black dog that once raced

Out from trap two