| A little bit of this, would you like a bit of that?
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| But in weather like this, you should wear a coat, a nice warm hat
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| A needle and thread, the hand stitches of time
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| The cattling Lavinski versus Jackie Burke
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| Bobbing and weaving an invisible line
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| So step for step and both light on our feet
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| We’ll travel many a long, dim, silent street
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| Would you like a bit of this or a little bit of that, missus?
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| A little bit of what you like does you no harm, you know that
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| The perpetual steady echo of the passing beat
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| A continual dark river of people
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| In their transience and in its permanence
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| But when the streetlamp fills the gutter with gold
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| So many priceless items bought and sold
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| So step for step and both light on our feet
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| We’ll travel many a long, dim, silent street together
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| Once 'round Arnold Circus, up through Petticoat Lane
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| Past The Well of Shadows and once back round again
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| Arm in arm with an abstracted air
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| To where the people stared at the upstairs windows
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| Because we are living like kings and these days will last forever
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| 'Cause sailors from Africa, China and the Archipelago of Malay
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| Jump ship ragged and penniless into Shadwell’s Tiger Bay
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| The Welsh and Irish Wagtails, mothers of midnight
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| The music hall carousal is spilling out into bonfire light
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| Sending half crazed shadows, giants dancing up the brick wall
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| Of Mr. Truman's beer factory waving bottles ten feet tall
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| Whether one calls it Spitalfields, Whitechapel
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| Tower Hamlets or Bangle Town
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| We’re all dancing in the moonlight
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| We’re all on borrowed ground
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| Oh, I’m just walking down to, I’m just floating down through
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| Won’t you come with me to the Liberty of Norton Folgate?
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| But wait, what’s that?
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| Dan Leno and a Limehouse Golem
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| Purposefully walking nowhere
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| Oh, I’m happy just floating about, have a banana
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| On a Sunday afternoon
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| The stall holders all call and shout to no-one in particular
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| Avoiding people you know
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| You’re just basking in your own company
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| The Technicolor worlds going by
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| But you’re the lead in your own movie
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| 'Cause in the Liberty of Norton Folgate walking wild and free
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| In your second hand coat, happy just to float
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| In this little taste of liberty
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| A part of everything you see
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| They’re coming left or right
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| Trying to flog you stuff you don’t need or want
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| And a smiling chap takes your hand
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| And drags you in his uncle’s restaurant
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| There’s a Chinese man trying hard to flog you moody DVDs
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| You know you’ve seen the film
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| It’s black and white, it’s got no sound
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| And a man’s head pops up and down right across you wide screen TV
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| Only a fiver
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| Alright two for eight quid
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| 'Cause in the Liberty of Norton Folgate walking wild and free
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| In your second hand coat, happy just to float
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| In this little piece of liberty
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| You’re a part of everything you see
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| 'Cause it’s steady old fellows, pickpockets
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| Dandies, extortioners and night wanderers
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| The feeble, the ghastly
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| Upon whom death had placed a very sure hand
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| Some in shreds and patches
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| Reeling inarticulate full of noisy and inordinate vivacity
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| Which jars discordantly upon the ear
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| And it gives an aching sensation to both pair of eyeballs
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| In the beginning I’d the fear of the immigrant
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| In the beginning was the fear of the immigrant
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| He’s made his way down to the dark riverside
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| In the beginning was the fear of the immigrant
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| In the beginning was the fear of the immigrant
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| He made his home there by the dark riverside
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| He made his home there down by the riverside
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| They made their homes there down by the riverside
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| The city sprang from the dark river Thames
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| They made their home there down by the riverside
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| They made their homes there down by the riverside
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| The city sprang up from the dark mud of the Thames
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| I say it again
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| 'Cause in the Liberty of Norton Folgate walking wild and free
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| And in your second hand coat, happy just to float
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| In this little taste of liberty
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| 'Cause you’re a part of everything you see
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| Yes, you’re a part of everything you see
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| With a little bit of this and a little bit of that
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| A little bit of what you like does you no harm and you know that |