| I came from fuckin' Poland
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| And tried to find some money in the West
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| I chose this fuckin' city
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| Because I thought it could be the best
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| To break my misery
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| To drink one drop of happiness
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| With my rock’n’roll heart
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| You know I was a special guest
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| Oh dirty streets
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| Oh dirty, dirty streets of London
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| Red buses in the rain
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| Oh dirty streets of pain
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| I spend some time in subways
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| And then I found some fuckin' pub
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| Some drunken guys were singing
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| The old sad song about the thing called love
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| I was looking for you babe
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| Where city lights are shining bright
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| Oh, babe i saw you there
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| Where a dirty river gently cries
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| Oh dirty streets
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| Oh dirty, dirty streets of London
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| Red buses in the rain
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| Oh dirty streets of pain
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| I wake up in the morning
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| And walked along the crowded streets
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| Where a thousands of people sailed
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| Between the cars in the midday heat
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| I love this fucking city
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| Where neon lights could make you rest
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| I come from fuckin' Poland
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| To find some money in the West
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| Oh dirty streets
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| Oh dirty, dirty streets of London
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| Red buses in the rain
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| Oh dirty streets of pain |