East Coast trains run slow
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And Edinburgh seems cold
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For eighteen year olds
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Freedom
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But Leith feels like New York
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All the cars and talk
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Moving down the Walk
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All day
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So I'm lying in this hotel
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Hearing sirens and drunken fights
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But I paid cash to the angels
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Guarding me tonight
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So I'm lying in this hotel
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Hearing sirens and drunken fights
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And I paid cash to the angel
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Guarding me tonight
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Long days on my own
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Cry when I come home
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Have to carry on
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Somehow
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Leith could be New York
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All the cars and talk
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Moving down the Walk
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All day
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Leaving Home
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The Proclaimers |