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I was a stranger in the city |
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Out of town were the people I knew |
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I had that feeling of self-pity |
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What to do, what to do, what to do? |
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The outlook was decidedly blue |
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But as I walked through the foggy streets alone |
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It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known |
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A foggy day in London town |
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Had me low and had me down |
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I viewed the morning with alarm |
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The British Museum had lost its charm |
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How long I wondered could this thing last |
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But the age of miracles hadn't past |
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For suddenly I saw you there |
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And through foggy London town |
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The sun was shining everywhere |
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How long I wondered could this thing last |
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But the age of miracles hadn't past |
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For suddenly I saw you there |
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And through foggy London town |
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The sun was shining everywhere |
