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Streets Of London

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Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market.
Kicking up the paper with his worn-out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride,and held loosely by his side.
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news.

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How can you tell me you're lonely.
And say,for you,that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand.
And lead you through me streets of London.
I'll show you something to make you change yout mind.

Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,she just keeps right in walking.
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

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In the all-night café at a quater past eleven.
Same old man sitting there in his own.
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup.
Each tea lasts an hour and he goes home alone.

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Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading like the ribbons that he wears?
In our winter city,the rain cries a little pity.
For one more forgotten hero in a world that doesn't care.

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How can you tell me you're lonely.
And say,for you,that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand.
And lead you through me streets of London.
I'll show you something to make you change yout mind.

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