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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
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow
CHORUS:
Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x3)
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 we're lost on the Westway
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow
REPEAT CHORUS
Trying not to be sick
again
And holding for tomorrow
She's a twentieth century girl
Hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow
REPEAT CHORUS
Jim stops and gets out the car, goes to
a house in Emperor's 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 I'm Holding on for
tomorrow, 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's so nice,
London ice can freeze your toes Like anyone I suppose I'm
Holding on for tomorrow |
