| There is something I wanted to tell you
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| It’s so funny you’ll kill yourself laughing
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| But then I, I look around
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| And I remember that I am alone
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| Alone
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| For evermore
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| The tile yard all along the railings
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| Up a discoloured dark brown staircase
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| Here you’ll find, despair and I
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| Calling to you with what’s left of my heart
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| My heart
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| For evermore
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| Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames
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| Sullenly on a chair on the pavement
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| Here you’ll find, my thoughts and I
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| And here is the very last plea from my heart
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| My heart
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| For evermore
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| Where taxi drivers never stop talking
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| Under slate grey Victorian sky
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| Here you will find, despair and I
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| And here I am every last inch of me is yours
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| Yours
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| For evermore
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| Your leg came to rest against mine
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| Then you lounged with knees up and apart
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| And me and my heart, we knew
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| We just knew
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| For evermore
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| Where taxi drivers never stop talking
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| Under slate grey Victorian sky
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| Here you’ll find, my heart and I
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| And still we say come back
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| Come back to Camden
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| And I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good |