He was a stranger in London at night
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And he felt alone so he followed a light
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Into a bar where the music was loud
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He ordered a pint and got lost in the crowd
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He asked a girl if she wanted to dance
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She turned up her nose and she told him "No chance!"
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He felt rejected and stood by the wall
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And wondered why he'd ever bothered at all
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He missed his family and wished he was home
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With all of those strangers he felt so alone
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Patrick don't be afraid
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You'll live to laugh another day
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Patrick don't be afraid
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The cavalry is on the way
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He stood in silence, looked round for a while
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Then he saw a girl and she looked back and smiled
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Then he went over and started to talk
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She looked a bit like his sister in Cork
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He bought her a drink with his last two quid
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When he said "Come back for a coffee" she did
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Patrick you've got it made
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You're halfway there, you're on your way
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Patrick she's not afraid
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And now I bet you're glad you stayed
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Looking so lovely and perfectly groomed
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She showed in the centre of Patrick's room
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She was lit up from the inside and out
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Oh he was enchanted as she moved about
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She touched him like sunlight on cold mountain stone
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And he grew afraid lest she leave him alone
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Patrick don't be afraid
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You've won the girl and saved the day
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Patrick you've got it made
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The girl's not going to run away
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Patrick don't be afraid
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The cavalry is on the way
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Patrick you've got it made
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Just look outside it's a lovely day
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Patrick
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Kirsty MacColl |