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Have you seen the old man |
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In the closed-down market |
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Kicking up the paper, |
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with his worn out shoes? |
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In his eyes you see no pride |
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Hand held loosely at his side |
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Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news |
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Chorus: So how can you tell me you're lonely, |
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And say for you that the sun don't shine? |
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Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London |
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Show you something to make you change your mind |
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Have you seen the old girl |
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Who walks the streets of London |
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Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags? |
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She's no time for talking, |
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She just keeps right on walking |
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Carrying her home in two carrier bags. |
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Chorus |
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In the all night cafe |
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At a quarter past eleven, |
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Same old man sitting there on his own |
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Looking at the world |
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Over the rim of his teacup, |
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Each tea lasts an hour |
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And he wanders home alone |
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Chorus |
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Have you seen the old man |
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Outside the Seaman's Mission |
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Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears |
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In our winter city, |
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The rain cries a little pity |
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For one more forgotten hero |
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And a world that doesn't care |
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Chorus |