| Sarah Siddons overlooking the motorway
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| Paddington Green certainly isn’t what it used to be
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| Got a feeling London is calling me
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| Or could it be that I’m simply trying to run away
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| I took the veil, I took the veil at Liberty
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| And bought a scarf, now I’m fully covered ya see
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| But I don’t think I can hide my ecstasy
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| Thinking of you up on Belsize Park thinking of me
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| 'Cause I’m a roman- romantical man
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| Can’t be pedantic (if you gotta look it up, the definition)
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| 'Cause I’m a roman- romantical man
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| Wish I was sarcastic
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| But I’m feeling it
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| Like every second
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| We’re all surrounded by shards of glass and not masonry
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| Perfectly reflecting what we don’t want to see
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| And the classical critics can’t stand a melody
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| I only ask what brought you to the opera firstly
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| Mother can you hear me, I’m calling you!
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| Mother can you hear me, I’ve made it through
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| But the temperature is rising
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| The water’s high
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| The forests they are dying
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| But just for tonight
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| I’m a roman- romantical man
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| Tonight the ship will set sail from the sand
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| Can’t be pedantic
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| If you gotta look it up, the definition
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| Wish I was sarcastic
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| But I’m feeling it
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| Like every second
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| Sarah Siddons overlooking the motorway… |