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“Well, well, wotcha got here, mate? Ol’ Mr. Chad’s sniffed out the sharpest threads this side of 1942, and I ain’t talkin’ no rationed rags neither! Step up, you lucky blighter, and feast them peepers on the finest duds a fella—or dame—could slap on their back.

Got a cut so swanky it’d make Churchill ditch his cigar for a twirl. Cloth pressed sharper than a Spitfire’s wing, shirts cut to fit like a glove—none o’ that baggy nonsense. And for the ladies? Tees and Hoodies so ritzy you’ll be the cat’s meow at the dance hall, even if Jerry’s buzzin’ overhead.

Prices? Blimey, we’re practically givin’ ‘em away—call it our bit for the war effort! No coupons, no queues, just good ol’ fashioned quality stitched up proper. Swing by quick, ‘before the blackout hits and some other mug nabs your size.
Mr. Chad says: ‘Look sharp, or ship out!’”
www.mrchad.co.uk
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I’m falling out
With everything around me now
Losing what I used to be
And I’m over it

They have been to the moon
I’m just a caterpillar dead in my cocoon
Swept by my mind’s typhoon
And I’m all at sea

I wish it could be different
Wish there was no dampness here
Oh we shouldn’t have listened
To the angst and the fear

I had it all
Rivers of gold and forest so tall
But I ran my canoe down a waterfall
Started a wildfire

I wish it could be different
Wish there was no dampness here
Oh we shouldn’t have listened
To the angst and the fear

Here I sit in silence as it's rising at me,
and I'm afraid that I'm not taking my chances
How do I know it's light in the horizon that I see?
I've seen questions, but never answers
Darkness to me is only water to the sea,
I've only ever heard of drought
I used to be the one with the grandest of dreams,
But how can hope keep believing through the war?