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Streets Of London Lyrics - Artist : Beth McCarthy
Have you seen the old man in the closed down arcade?
Kicking up the paper with his worn-out shoes? In his eyes you see no pride, hands held loosely at his side Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you, the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London And show you something to make you change your mind In the all-night café at a quarter past eleven Same old man sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup Each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you, the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London And show you something to make you change your mind And have you seen the old man outside the Seamen's Mission? Memory fading with the medals that he wears In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity One more forgotten hero, and a world that doesn't care So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you, the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London And show you something to make you change your mind |
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