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I'm wandering round and round nowhere to go |
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I'm lonely in London and London is lonely so |
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I cross the streets without fear |
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Everybody keeps the way clear |
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I know, I know no one here to say hello |
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I know they keep the way clear |
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I am lonely in London without fear |
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I'm wandering round and round here nowhere to go |
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While in my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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Oh, Sunday, Monday, autumn passes by me |
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And people hurry on so peacefully |
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A group approaches a policeman |
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He seems so pleased to please them |
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It's good at least to live and I agree |
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He seems so pleased at least |
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And It's so good to live in peace |
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And Sunday, Monday years and I agree |
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While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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I choose no face to look at, choose no way |
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I just happen to be here and it's okay |
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Green grass, blue eyes, gray sky, God bless |
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Silent pain and happiness |
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I came around to say yes and I say |
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While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
