| Mornington Crescent
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| I think of you
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| Rain in the southeast
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| Men feeling blue
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| Men with their bowlers
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| Kids with their spats
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| Ladies with chauffeurs
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| Dogs wearing hats and jackets
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| Rich apartments
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| Old punk posters
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| Tartan garments
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| I love the exquisite array
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| I love the camp as camp parade
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| The possibilities suggest themselves to me
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| I’m feeling free
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| Mornington Crescent
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| The sun in the east
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| I’ve got a job on
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| For a Senegalese rich arbitrator
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| In African law
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| To paint his apartment, strip down the walls
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| Came down between us lately
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| Lust and want and need just caved in
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| 'Is it wise?'
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| The answer’s no
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| It never is but since you ask
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| We pause thoughtfully, for twenty seconds reprieve
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| Then it’s off with the briefs
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| Mornington Crescent
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| Sin is my game
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| We’ll all be lined up
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| Irrelevant fame
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| Next to the broker, the nurse and the drunk
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| I was a joker, the wannabe punk that got lucky
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| Had a good time
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| Life became fruitless
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| Egotistic swine to all your friends
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| All the ladies and the men
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| The possibilities suggest themselves to me
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| We’re a little too free |