| Tower Bridge
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| Is closing
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| And all of Bermondsey
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| Is asleep
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| Streetlight walks the waters
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| Rising fast and dark and deep
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| Well is your work of art so heavy
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| That it will not let you live?
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| You’ll be missed
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| Soon there’ll be flowers in the river
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| Tears being shed
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| You’ll be missed
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| So life has blessed you with a gift boy
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| That you’ve gone and thrown away
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| And with it your whole future
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| And left behind your family
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| They’re throwing flowers in the river
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| Prayers are being said
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| You’ll be missed
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| They’re throwing flowers in the river
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| Where your body cold was found
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| And you’re missed
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| You’re missed
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| Now I sit down here at low tide
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| And I wait for the Peregrines
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| Stephen this is where I live now
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| That I have overcome my demons
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| And have grown out of that thinking
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| That would not me live or give
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| I throw my flowers in the river
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| Tears are being shed
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| You are missed
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| And the poem reads
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| And I remember the day you told me that
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| The sun, the sun, the sun
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| The sun is often out
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| Why didn’t you KNOW that
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| And yes
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| The sun, the sun, the sun
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| Is often out
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| I wish I had known you better
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| Was your work of art so heavy
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| That it would not let you live? |