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
Number 5
Number 5 and 7
Number 5 took me to my heaven
Number 5
Number 5 and 7
Number 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
It's children long gone to sleep
Remains of my yesterday
My plastic dreams blown away
Number 5
Number 5 and 7
Number 5 took me to my heaven
Number 5
Number 5 and 7
Number 5 took me to my heaven
Number 5
Number 5 and 7
Secret worlds within my attic
Ties that bind me to their magic
Number 5 and number 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 toy's shop 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's shop 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
Number 5
Number 5 and 7
Number 5
Number 5 and 7
Number 5
Number 5 and 7
Number 5
Number 5 and 7
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