| Every morning’s sunrise means the same to him
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| Endless roads and rain, and faces follow him
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| And when he walks down London streets
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| With bare feet on the ground
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| With mocking eyes and smiling faces
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| People gatherin' around
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| What is the sense of each and everyone
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| To find it out it needs no rich man’s son
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| What is the sense of each and everyone
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| To find it out it needs no rich man’s son
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| So he thinks and smokes another cigarette
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| Knowing no one cares if he’s alive or dead
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| And then he walks down London streets
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| With bare feet on the ground
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| With mocking eyes and smiling faces
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| People gatherin' around
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| What is the sense of each and everyone
|
| To find it out it needs no rich man’s son
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| What is the sense of each and everyone
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| To find it out it needs no rich man’s son
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| What is the sense of each and everyone
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| To find it out it needs no rich man’s son
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| Wee-dob-doo…
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| What is the sense of each and everyone
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| To find it out it needs no rich man’s son
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| What is the sense of each and everyone
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| To find it out it needs no rich man’s son |