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The city centre is dying
Dilapidated, run down.
What have they done to
My once proud town.
Boarded up shops
Empty once more
Replaced by charity shops
Or a mobile phone store.
They breed in the centre while
Conventional ones disappear
If it goes on like this pretty soon
They'll be the only ones here.
There are three shopping centres with
Few new businesses accommodated
Just the old established firms
Which have re located.
Pawnbrokers and money stores
Or those for payday loans;
The commerce in the city
Being stripped to its bare bones.
There is an air of resignation
Hanging over the place
You can read the despair
In many a street face.
But the spirit of the city
Is very much alive.
All things in time pass
And my city will survive.
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Those City Centre Blues
Those City Centre Blues