Don't go to Marks again, Dolores. Please don't.
It's a hollowed out shell. Empty of joints and pies.
Don't go to Marks again, Dolores.
The crumpets are all gone. There's only cheddar left.
Don't go to Marks again, Dolores.
The loose tea has vanished. I bought the last on Saturday.
Don't go to Marks again, Dolores.
The Mild is no more. Just one mark of civilisation left in Amsterdam.
Don't go to Marks again, Dolores.
Remember how it was.
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