| We were down and out in London
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| Sharing beds and sharing money
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| But we were satisfied
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| With our hot milk and honey
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| For the young and beautiful
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| Live a life with no regrets
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| So let’s toast to a short lived love
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| And drink to all the rest
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| I’m not gonna follow you to the ground
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| Darling I’m leaving this dreary town
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| I’m not gonna follow you to the ground
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| When there’s greener pastured waiting to be found
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| You looked with eyes that knew me
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| Mine were the same for you
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| I’d seen you from the start
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| And the changes you’d gone through
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| When there’s nout that you could hide
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| I could see straight through your act
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| And there’s nout that can be done
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| About things said in the past
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| I’m not gonna follow you to the ground
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| Darling I’m leaving this dreary town
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| I’m not gonna follow you to the ground
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| When there’s greener pastured waiting to be found |