Have you seen the old man in the closed down market
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Kicking up the papers, with his worn out shoes
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In his eyes you see no pride,
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Hands held loosely by his side
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Yesterday's papers telling yesterday's news
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CHORUS:
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So how can you tell me you're lonely?
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And say for you that the sun don't shine
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Let me take you by the hand
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and lead you through the streets of London
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I'll show you something to make you change your mind
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In the all night cafe, at a quarter past eleven
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Same old man sitting there all alone
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Looking at the world over the rim of his tea cup
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Each tea lasts an hour, and he wanders home alone
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CHORUS
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Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London
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Dirt on her face, and her clothes in rags
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She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking
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Carrying her home in two carrier bags
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CHORUS
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The Streets Of London
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| Debbie Gibson |
