Walking down the sidewalk one purple afternoon,
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I was accosted by a barker playing a simple tune upon his flute.
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Toottoottoottoot.
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Silver rain was falling down
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Upon the dirty ground of london town.
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People pass me by on my imaginary street,
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Ordinary people it's impossible to meet,
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Holding conversations that are always incomplete.
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Well i don't know.
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Oh, where are there places to go?
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Someone, somewhere has to know.
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I'don't know.
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Out of work again,the actor entertains his wife
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With the same old stories of his ordinary life.
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Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife.
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Well, i don't know.
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Oh, where are there places to go?
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Someone, somewhere has to know.
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Crawling down the pavement on a sunday afternoon,
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I was arrested by a rozzer
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Wearing a pink balloon about his foot.
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Toot toot toot toot.
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Silver rain was falling down
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Upon the dirty ground of london town.
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Someone, somewhere has to know.
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Silver rain was falling down
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Upon the dirty ground of london town.
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London Town
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| Paul McCartney & Wings |
