| Stop — what’s that sound
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| It’s the death rattle of this rusty old town
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| Stop — listen again
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| It’s the sound of laughter all along the Thames
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| Hey — what’s my line
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| Do I have to stay here 'til the end of time
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| I’m — good looking and bright
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| I want to see life after ten at night
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| So if they ask you where I am
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| I’m in the back of a transit van
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| In a squat on the earls court road
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| Gone down to London turning coal into gold
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| Down to London — down to London
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| Gone down to London to be the king
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| Hey — what’s your name
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| The boys back home all seem to look the same
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| And one of us will make it, just you see
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| Stop — what’s that sound
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| Seems like the sixties are still swinging around
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| Hey — can you hear me back there
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| Or is there anybody left to care
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| So if you ask me where they are
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| They’re hanging tough in a soho bar
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| Playing guitars in the underground
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| Gone down to London trying to chase that sound
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| Down to London — down to London
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| Gone down to London to be the king
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| So I ask you should I cry or laugh
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| Drinking tea in a kings cross caff
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| A leather jacket against the cold
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| Gone down to London turning coal into gold
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| Down to London — down to London
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| Gone down to London to be the king |