| You wandered through every charted street
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| Knew where the flowing water goes
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| And down in every face you meet
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| You find a sadness, a story untold
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| You feel all the the cries of all the men
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| You feel all of their fear
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| And in your voice and in your bend
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| My mind sees thoughts that I can’t hear
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| Could you leave them all in London?
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| Could you leave them all there?
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| Could you run past your devils?
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| And let your mind be clear
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| Could you leave them all in London?
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| Could you leave them all there?
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| 'Cause in you, there’s an angel
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| An angel trapped by fear
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| You’re so trapped by fear
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| You live your life on the line
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| While every blackening church appalls
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| And all their words run sapless and dry
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| And they run like bloods down your apartment walls
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| You feel every cry of every man
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| You feel all of their fear
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| And in your voice and in your bend
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| My mind sees thoughts that I can’t hear
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| Could you leave them all in London?
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| Could you leave them all there?
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| Could you run past your devils?
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| And let your mind be clear
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| Could you leave them all in London?
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| Could you leave them all there?
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| 'Cause in you, there’s an angel
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| An angel plagued by fear
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| 'Cause in you, there’s an angel
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| An angel trapped by fear
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| Well I’ll be here
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| But I’ll be here
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| I’ll be here
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| Oh, I’ll be here
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| Oh, I’ll be here
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| I’ll be here
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| I’ll be here |