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The 5A is a spectre

It goes along Witton Road

And starts to pick up

Ghosts of old

From where the lonely people

Used to live

No.5 	No.5 and 7

No.5 	Took me to my Heaven.

No.5 	No.5 and 7

No.5 	Took me to my Heaven.

The toy shop´s no longer there

And no-one else seems to care

The sacred heart starts to weep

Its children long gone to sleep

Remains of my yesterday

My plastic dreams blown away

No.5 	No.5 and 7

No.5 	Took me to my Heaven.

No.5 	No.5 and 7

No.5 	Took me to my Heaven.

No.5 	No.5 and 7

Secret worlds within my attic

Ties that bind me to their magic

No.5 and No.7 took me all the way to Heaven

In my attic, Witton magic

Witton magic, we´re all magic

Days of magic, Aston magic.

The toys shop´s no longer there, why did it have to go away

Why did it have to go away, my plastic dreams blown away

The sacred heart starts to weep, for memories I need to keep

Forever locked here inside are secrets I learned to hide

The toy shop´s no longer there, and no-one else seems to care

Why did it have to go away, my plastic dreams blown away.

My plastic dreams blown away...

My plastic dreams blown away...

My plastic dreams blown away...

No.5 	No.5 and 7

No.5 	No.5 and 7

No.5 	No.5 and 7

No.5 	No.5 and 7