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This is the end of the Straight Street |
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Of this I am sure |
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You said you'd meet me at this Roman gate |
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The arch you adored |
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But now it's quarter past seven |
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And the last prayer is on |
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Resounding minarets just tell me |
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What I already know |
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So pretend to be my wife, because I |
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Like the way the look at us |
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At this fare I could have him driving us back to Europe |
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But why would I do that |
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Pretend to be my wife, because I |
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Like the way you look |
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But then there's something that I |
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Thought was quite well understood |
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And now I face those rare blue eyes |
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I thought it was well understood |
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What's the reason, why are we here? |
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The small confession of intention |
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Of the innocents abroad |
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You've got our fairest share of empathy |
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As long as you are poor |
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So now it's quarter past ten |
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The last merchant's gone home |
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Why were we so economical |
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When a life is so short |
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So pretend to be my wife, because I |
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Like the way they look at us |
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At this fare I could have him polishing for ages, But why would I do that? |
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Pretend to be my wife, because I |
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Like the way you look |
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But then there's something that I |
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Though was quite well understood |
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And now I face those rare blue eyes |
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I thought it was well understood |
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What's the reason, why are we here? |
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This is the end of the Straight Street |
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I've been here before |
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You said you meet me at this Roman gate |
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The arch you adored |
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And now it's quarter past midnight |
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And we're standing alone |
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All these wishes you were far away |
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Now, here we are |
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Do you know if they're having fun? |
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And should we be having fun? |
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Do you know if they're having fun? |
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And should we be laughing loudly in their streets? |
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Do you know if they're having fun? |
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Sometimes it seems they're having fun |
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Do you know if they're having fun? |
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I just want to have some fun |
