| A grief came riding
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| On the wind
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| Up the sullen river Thames
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| I was sittin' on the bank with my mouth open
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| When I felt it entering
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| I began thinkin' about our wedding day
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| And how love was a vow
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| I was thinkin' about the chamber door
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| Only we can enter now
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| I began thinkin' about our ancient friends
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| And of kissin' them goodbye
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| And then the wind blew under Battersea Bridge
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| And a tear broke from my eye
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| I started thinkin' about London
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| And nothing good ever came from this town
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| And if the Thames weren’t so filthy
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| I would jump in the river and drown
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| Don’t be afraid
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| Come on down
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| I’m just sittin' here
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| Thinking aloud
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| A grief came riding on the wind
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| Up the river where the bridges crouch
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| Blowing people back and forth
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| From the marital bed to the psychiatric couch
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| Blowin' people far apart
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| Blowin' others so they collide
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| Blowin' some poor bastard right out of the water
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| Blowin' another one over the side
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| Hear the ancient iron bridge
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| And listen to it groan
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| With the weight of a thousand people
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| Leavin' or returning home
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| To their failures
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| To their boredoms
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| To their husbands
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| And their wives
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| Who are carving them up for dinner
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| Before they even arrive
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| Don’t be afraid
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| Come on down
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| I’m just sittin' here
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| And thinkin' aloud
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| And look there just below the water
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| See the saviour of the human race
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| With the fishes and the frogs
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| Has found his final resting place
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| Don’t be afraid
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| Come on down
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| I’m just sittin' here
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| Thinkin' aloud |