I wasn't born here but I was born to be here In between the village and the Palace Pier Love those characters, they're so hard to believe There's pretty Dick in his leather skirt with ten Pekinese The Brighton lights they make me feel so free I'm driving down the London Road To where I want to be (in Party Town) Nothing here is quite like what it seems Two hundred thousand people but a million dreams The barman's not a barman, he thinks he's Keats And I'm the greatest songwriter you'll ever meet The Brighton lights they make me feel so free I'm driving down the London Road To where I want to be (in Party Town) Clubbers club round doorways hit by strobes Diners dine in heaven under big fat neon globes Gaudy bulbs on the pier, then grand chandeliers Others sleep in doorways, wrapped round candles and tears Chasing love in Peter Pan land by the sea Hove ladies call it a dirty den of iniquity (I agree) Wedding cake mansions host parties that last all night But just like me they'll crack and peel in the cruel daylight The Brighton lights they make me feel so free I'm driving down the London Road To where I want to be (in Party Town)
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