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The devil moon took me through the alley |
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Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale |
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To the Mews running through the backstreets |
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Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep |
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The devil moon took me out of Soho |
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Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow |
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Sucked along by a winter shower |
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To stand beside your shining tower |
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This could be our final dance |
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This could be our very last chance |
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Just the sound of your voice |
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Wherever I may be changes everything |
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And then the world's right with me |
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You're my London girl |
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The way that you walk |
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You're my london girl |
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The way that you talk |
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Just the sound of your voice |
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And I ain't got no choice |
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The light was going out, the moon was dying |
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The night was turning to a fine Spring morning |
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The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting |
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The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain |
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When the cold winds come to find you |
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Blowing down from the top of the high rise |
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I'll come and take you back down to Soho |
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Away from all those mad men's eyes |
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This could be our final dance |
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This could be our very last chance |
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And if you cut me |
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Don't you think I feel |
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Is this body made of clay |
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Is this heart made of steel |
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You're my London girl |
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The way that you walk |
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You're my London girl |
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The way that you talk |
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Just the sound of your voice |
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I ain't got no choice |
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This could be our final dance |
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This could be our very last chance |
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And if you cut me |
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Don't you think I feel |
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Is this body made of clay |
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Is this heart made of steel |
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You're my London girl |
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The way that you walk |
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You're my London girl |
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The way that you talk |
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Just the sound of your voice |
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I ain't got no choice |
