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Street in the city. Street in the city on a working day. |
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Street in the city. Street in the city on a working day. |
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There's a man up on that ledge. He's only cleaning windows. |
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What a shame, who's to blame, for the pain we're missin'? |
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Gonna lean back on my wall and pray for him to fall. |
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See that man going in the bank with a blue suit? |
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He's carrying a bag full of very important papers. |
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There's old Mac trying to busk with his new flute. |
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Did you read about the Cambridge raper? |
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Street in the city. Street in the city on a working day. |
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Street in the city. Street in the city on a working day. |
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Those girls pass every day. They seem to think I'm funny. |
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It's just a game that they're playing till they can claim their first new man. |
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Gonna lean back on my wall and pray for her knickers to fall. |
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See that woman with a bun in her hair?. |
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Don't she know that ain't still done anywhere? |
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See that man going in the Wig and Pen? |
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He was charged with telling lies again. |
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I see the world go by as I lean against my wall. |
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I watch as Fleet Street makes new heroes rise and fall. |
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The news is written in the eyes of us all. |
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On is a sinner. The next is a saint. Most of us worry about showing up late. |
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I'm gonna lean back on my wall and pray for him to fall. |
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Street in the city. Street in the city on a working day. |
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Street in the city. Street in the city on a working day. |
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There's a man up on that ledge. He's only cleaning windows. |
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What a shame. Who's to blame for the pain? |
