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i'll call you up from a phone box
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your light is 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 aive to a forgotten song
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londen 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 tow of us dreading the end
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burning our money in a basement
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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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*sunday morning and i don't want to go
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back to my single bed
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to be lying alone out of my head
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don't stop at the lights
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there's no one else coming
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*반복
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london crawling
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| Rialto |
