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The southern chalk downland is soaked after weeks of hard rain,
The streams that were dry since the war, they’re flowing again,
But the water’s still rising, it’s only a metre below
The streets of the old county town, it’s got nowhere to go,
And the river runs out of these hills, and the cellar is starting to fill.

The fields and the farmland lie under their blanket of mud,
It’s soaking the roots and the branches; it’s rotting the buds,
Round here everyone’s counting the cause of the flood,
Cost of the flood.

Yet under the cruel sun, the desert drifts ever more south,
Like the spars of old ships, the cattle bones bleach in the drought,
When they’re weary of praying for rain, all the young men are heading for spain.

But the shoreline was just beyond reach and now someone lies drowned,
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Where the lovers stretch out on the beaches that border the towns,
Round here everyone’s watching the world spinning round,
Round,
Round,
Round.

So let’s stand on the white cliffs and look over to France,
Where hundreds are waiting for darkness to take one more chance,
As the trucks in the neon-lit parks become cages instead of ?.

Our credit is worthless, the aid and investments no good,
When they’re paying their debts with their families, our loans back with blood,
Now the dam has been breached; it’s the year of the flood.
Flood,
Now comes the flood,
Now it’s the flood,
Flood,
Now comes the flood,
Flood,
Flood,
The year of the flood.



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