| Have you seen the old man
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| In the closed-down market
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| Kicking up the paper,
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| With his worn out shoes?
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| In his eyes you see no pride
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| Hand held loosely at his side
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| Yesterday’s paper telling yesterday’s news
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| Have you seen the old girl
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| Who walks the streets of London
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| Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
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| She’s no time for talking,
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| She just keeps right on walking
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| Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
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| In the all night cafe
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| At a quarter past eleven,
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| Same old man is sitting there on his own
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| Looking at the world
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| Over the rim of his tea-cup,
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| Each tea lasts an hour
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| Then he wanders home alone
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| Chorus:
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| So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
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| And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
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| Let me take you by the hand and walk you through
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| The streets of London
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| I’ll show you something to make you change your mind
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| Have you seen the old man
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| Outside the Seaman’s Mission
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| Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
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| In our winter city,
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| The rain cries a little pity
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| For one more forgotten hero
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| And a world that doesn’t care
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| Chorus |