The empty spaces on the wall.
Were filled with memories of you all.
But my friends, now all\'s lost.
We said goodbye, but at what cost?.
We lived the dream with no doubts or fears.
And swapped warm ale for chilled Sangria.
No British blues, just Latino fun.
With no rush hour queues, just Spanish sun.
Now we\'ve been told, we no longer belong.
Our visas been cancelled, so this is so-long.
Our dream is over - through no fault of our own.
We\'ve gotta go home.
.
This Brexit dream was just a con.
Our pensions spent, now it\'s all gone.
Promises that just weren\'t true.
Consequences not thought through.