I¡¯ll call you up from a phone box-
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Your light is in on, it¡¯s 3 o¡¯clock
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We¡¯ll go for a drive with the radio on
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And you¡¯ll come alive to a forgotten song
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London crawling through the sodium glow
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Just like lovers again
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Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain
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London crawling through the sodium glow
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Just like lovers again
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Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain
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Under the cover of the narcotic night
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The streaming colours of the traffic lights
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The two of us dreading the end -
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Burning our money in a basement
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London Crawling
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| Kinky Machine |
