Streets Of London
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Sinead O’Connor, Mary Hopkins, et al.
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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’d see no pride, hand held loosely by his side
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yesterday’s papers, telling yesterday’s news
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So how can you tell me, you’re lonely
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and say for you 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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Have you seen the old girl, who walks the streets of London
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Dirt in her hair, 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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In the all-night cafe, at a quarter past eleven
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Same old man sitting there, on his own.
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Looking at the world, over the rim of his tea-cup.
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Each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone.
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CHORUS
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Have you seen the old man outside the Seaman’s Mission
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Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears.
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In our winter city, the rain crys a little pity,
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For one more forgotten hero, and a world that doesn´t care.
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CHORUS
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Streets Of London
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| Sinead O'Connor |
