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Who are you |
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I woke up in a soho door away |
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A policeman knew my name |
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He said "You can go and sleep at home tonight" |
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If you can get up an' look away |
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I staggered back to the underground |
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The breeze blew back my hair |
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I remember throwing punches around |
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And preaching from my chair |
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Well who are you? |
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I really wanna know tell me who are you |
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'Cos I really wanna know who are you |
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I took the tube back out a town |
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Back to the rollin' pin |
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I felt a little like a dying clown but with a streak of Rin Tin Tin |
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I stretched back and I hicupped |
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Looked back on my busy day |
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Eleven hours in the tin pan |
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God there's got to be another way |
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I knew there is a place you walked where love falls from the tree |
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My heart is like a broken cup |
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I only feel right on my knees |
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I spill out like a sewer hole yet |
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Still receive your kiss |
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How can I measure up to anyone now after such a love as this |
