| Well, I’m flying low in London’s past days
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| It’s not the first time that you’ve heard it this way
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| Maybe the last time you thought you could tell
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| What you hoped for from the wishing well
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| In the parlour room
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| In the parlour room
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| It’s sad somehow your love started this way
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| That somebody else that doesn’t see it the same
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| Who, where is he, where does he do
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| Seldom is home for you
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| Right now, you got your life in your hands
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| You spent your simple days counting them down
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| Counting them down
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| This is the way that you heard it one day
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| Explain to me that I’m speaking the same
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| Who, where are you, where do you do
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| Seldom do you speak the truth |