| The wind speaks in the trees
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| as the dog walks to the moon
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| today I’m on my knees
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| here with my thought balloon
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| it says-where did I go wrong
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| what turning did I miss
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| the paradise is gone
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| and all that’s left is this
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| The cars in The Strand
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| are bumper to bumper
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| the heat is making me weak
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| this London life in the summer
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| as the wheels of fortune squeak
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| Piccadilly-Russel Square
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| pretty women walking there
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| Help me
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| help me to find
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| help me to find you here
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| tell me
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| tell me this time
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| this time I will make it clear
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| that I love you
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| The sun sits on the fields
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| the lovers out there lie
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| me weakness is revealed
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| in this letter that I write
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| it says-where did I go wrong
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| what good will running do
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| was it a passing phase did
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| I miss the sign for you
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| The men in fube are
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| shoulder to shoulder
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| the heat is making me weak
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| its London life in the summer
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| as the lights change on the street
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| Chelsea Bridge-Leicester Square
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| pretty women walking there
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| Help me
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| help me to find
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| help me to find you here
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| tell me
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| tell me this time
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| I’ll make you clear
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| that I love you
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| Searching every shadow
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| trying hard to hear your name
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| running from the sorrow
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| right back into your arms again
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| Help me
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| help me to find
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| help me to find you here
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| tell me
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| tell me this time
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| I’ll make you clear
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| that I love you
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| After dark in market streets
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| crowded bars where lovers meet
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| walking down the alley ways
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| people who’ve seen much better days
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| music coming from the shop
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| the rhythm never seems to stop
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| I’m looking for you and holding out
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| you might just be here hanging round
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| cars are lifted and toued away
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| another ending another day
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| hotel porters are hailing cabs
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| one arm holding two heavy bags
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| a plane is landing to the West
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| I look for you and never rest
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| the dogs still walking to the moon
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| good night sweet heart see you soon |