| Bow bells say goodbye to the last train
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| Over the river they all go again
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| Out into leafy nowhere
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| Hope someones waiting out there
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| For them
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| Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun
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| He works nights but its not much fun
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| Picks up the london yo-yos
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| All on their own down soho
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| Take me home
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| Other people wouldnt like to hear you
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| If you said
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| That these are the best days
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| Of our lives
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| Other people turn around and laugh at you
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| If you said
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| That these are the best days
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| Of our lives
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| Trellick towers been calling
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| I know shell leave me in the morning
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| In hotel cells listening to dial tones
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| Remote controls and cable moans
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| In his drink hes talking
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| Gets disconnected sleepwalking back home
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| Other people wouldnt like to hear you
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| If you said
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| That these are the best days
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| Of our lives
|
| Other people turn around and laugh at you
|
| If you said
|
| That these are the best days
|
| Of our lives
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| Other people break into a cold sweat
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| If you said
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| That these are the best days
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| Of their lives
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| And other people turn around and laugh at you
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| If you said
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| That these are the best days
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| Of our lives
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| Of our lives |