| Was a stranger in the city
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| Out of town were the people I knew
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| I had that feeling of self-pity
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| What to do? |
| What to do? |
| What to do?
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| The outlook was decidedly blue
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| But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
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| It turned out to be the luckiest day I’ve known
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| A foggy day in London Town
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| Had me low and had me down
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| I viewed the morning with alarm
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| The British Museum had lost its charm
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| How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
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| But the age of miracles hadn’t passed
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| For, suddenly, I saw you there
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| And through foggy London Town
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| The sun was shining everywhere |