| At night they would go walking
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| 'Til the breaking of the day
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| The morning is for sleeping
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| Through the dark streets they go searching
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| To see God in their own way
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| Save the night time for your weeping
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| Your weeping
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| Singing lalalalalalalalaiy
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| And the night over London lay
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| So we rode down to the river
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| Where Victorian ghosts pray
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| For their curses to be broken
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| We go underneath the arches
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| Where the witches are and they say
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| There are ghost towns in the ocean
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| The ocean
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| Singing lalalalalalalalaiy
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| And the night over London lay
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| God is in the houses
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| And God is in my head
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| And all the cemeteries of London
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| I see God come in my garden
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| But I don’t know what He said
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| For my heart, it wasn’t open
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| Not open
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| Singing lalalalalalalalaiy
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| And the night over London lay
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| Singing lalalalalalalalaiy
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| There’s no light over London today |