| When I was young I would go down to the Thames
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| And watch the rusty freighters leaving on the tide
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| The crew all leaning on the rails along the side
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| Hey Lad, you want to hitch a ride?
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| I used to go there ‘cos I had to get away
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| From all the hustle of the Dagenham estate
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| The endless houses every one of them the same
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| The dirty diesel traffic roar
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| The river was an open door
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| Oh how it called me from my bedroom down the hallway
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| Out through the doorway it led me down the road
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| Out of the city rolling to the sea
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| Free
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| Walk down the Heathway along the Chequers Lane
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| In past the motor works beneath the gantry crane
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| Between the slag heaps and the rusty railway train
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| They’d never see me here again
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| On down the river I could wish myself away
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| On a rusty freighter bound from London to Bombay
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| On down by the river I imagined I could be
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| Free
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| My father used to ask me «Billy where you been?»
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| I’d tell him truthfully «I've been down the river Thames»
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| He knew that someday he would stand and watch me go
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| On down the river
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| On down the river
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| On down the river
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| I could wish myself away |