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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.
(Chorus)
Singing,
La, la la l-la. La, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la.
La, la la l-la. La, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la.
La, la la l-la. La, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la.
Holding on for tomorrow.
She's a twentieth century girl,
with her hands on the wheel.
Trying not to be sick again,
seeing what she can borrow.
London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes
but we're lost on the Westway.
So we hold each other tightly,
and we can wait until tomorrow.