| Been walking round these city streets
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| Like I’m walking round my living room
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| Pavements wet like lino sheets
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| Autumn light goes dark too soon
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| Things have changed since the beginning of time
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| From the beginning of the week
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| This place has grown and shrunk in a year
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| Building fall and friends disappear
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| Things will always move
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| We’re still here moving dust
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| Talking about friends with wanderlust
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| You say this city is dead for you
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| But it will stand long after you
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| Things have changed since the beginning of time
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| From the beginning of the week
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| This place has grown and shrunk in a year
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| Buildings fall and friends disappear
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| Things will always move
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| I never could like, maybe when I was younger
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| Maybe last week
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| You left and asked, is it all the same?
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| All I could say was
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| Starlings roost as dusk sets in
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| Things have changed since the beginning of time
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| From the beginning of the week
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| This place has grown and shrunk in a year
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| Buildings fall and friends disappear
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| Things will always move
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| Been walking round these city streets
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| Like I’m walking round these city streets |