| I could go to London
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| I could go to London
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| I could go to London
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| I could go to London
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| I could go to London
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| I could go to London
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| I could go to London
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| I could go to London
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| I packed a lung with smoke
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| Crossed the line
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| There’ll be no glory train
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| For me this time
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| Now just where do I begin
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| After all I’ve taken in
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| I bought your fire-trees
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| Your Sunday bells
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| I spoke your Holy Ghost
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| Drank your wells
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| Now that tongue has had to go
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| Sight and centigrade in tow
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| Take me crawling from the corner
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| Would you lay your love on me
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| Won’t you shake me ‘till I’m clean
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| A salvation tambourine
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| I heard from Canada
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| The day she died
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| The clowns are killing me
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| To join their side
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| Certain I can’t pay the fare
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| Bloodshot vision keeps me here
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| Take me crawling from the corner
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| Would you lay your love on me
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| Won’t you shake me ‘till I’m clean
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| Would you lay your love on me
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| Won’t you shake me ‘till I’m clean
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| A salvation tambourine
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| I could go to London maybe that’s where you are
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| I could go to Paris I could look from the tower
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| I could go to London maybe that’s where you are
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| I could go to America I could go to America
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| I could go to London maybe that’s where you are
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| I could go to Paris I could jump from the tower
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| I could go to London maybe that’s where you are
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| I could go to Jerusalem I could go to Jerusalem |