| This city makes me cry
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| I wear a shirt and tie oh why oh why
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| This city makes me close up think of
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| Nothing else but me and yes myself and I oh my oh my
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| There’s something very wrong with that
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| And I’m drunk on the tube
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| Drunk missing you
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| Got to write this down before I
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| Get to kentish town cos that’s where I
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| Fall asleep, get mugged and
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| Wake up far away from home
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| Far away from home
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| This city makes me high
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| It helps to make me live before I die
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| But sometimes I just close up think of
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| Nothing else but me and those with whom I spend my time oh my oh my
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| There’s nothing very wrong with that
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| And I’m drunk on the tube
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| Drunk missing you
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| Got to write this down before I
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| Get to kentish town cos that’s where I
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| Fall asleep, get mugged and
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| Wake up far away from home
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| Far away from home
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| Got to write this down before I
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| Get to kentish town cos that’s where I
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| Fall asleep, get mugged and
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| Wake up far away from home
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| Without my cards or phone
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| This city makes me smile
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| As I try to guess your name as you walk by
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| This city makes me open up and let it all inside
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| And leave myself behind oh my oh my
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| There’s nothing very wrong
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| There’s nothing very wrong about that |