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Been walking round these city streets |
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Like I'm walking round my living room |
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Pavements wet like lino sheets |
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Autumn light goes dark too soon |
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Things have changed since the beginning of time |
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From the beginning of the week |
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This place has grown and shrunk in a year |
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Building fall and friends disappear |
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Things will always move |
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We're still here moving dust |
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Talking about friends with wanderlust |
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You say this city is dead for you |
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But it will stand long after you |
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Things have changed since the beginning of time |
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From the beginning of the week |
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This place has grown and shrunk in a year |
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Buildings fall and friends disappear |
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Things will always move |
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I never could like, maybe when I was younger |
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Maybe last week |
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You left and asked, is it all the same? |
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All I could say was |
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Starlings roost as dusk sets in |
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Things have changed since the beginning of time |
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From the beginning of the week |
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This place has grown and shrunk in a year |
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Buildings fall and friends disappear |
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Things will always move |
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Been walking round these city streets |
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Like I'm walking round these city streets |
