| We were so pretty now is this it
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| You and I are too young for this
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| No blood no lust or spit
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| But still there is something there to play upon
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| A flash of instant thereabouts you’ll miss it and it’s gone
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| But still it’s good to be in love with someone
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| When you’ve always had to be with no one
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| She said everyone’s a story of their own
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| But if we don’t leave now we’ll find ourselves with no way home
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| And so we strolled on all bangered and confused
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| At first it wasn’t pretty but we soon undid that rouse so
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| Now we got something in many other ways
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| All the boys together and a knees up on the way
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| Still it’s good to be in love with someone
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| When you’ve always had to be with no one
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| She said everyone’s a story of their own
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| But if we don’t leave now we’ll find ourselves with no way home
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| Find ourselves with no way home
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| And it occurred to me, I think on Lambeth Road
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| There’s no more need to question life
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| Or cry for what I’m owed
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| And now it’s over so now it’s done
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| The English sun is setting and the rude boys on the run oh
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| Still it’s good to be in love with someone
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| When you’ve always had to be with no one
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| Still I need you to remind me every day
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| The lives and loves we’ve lost and broken on the way
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| Here’s to tomorrow and the lonely streets we’ll roam
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| But if we don’t leave now we’ll find ourselves with no way home
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| Just to think we’re almost home |