| 5 o’clock, and in the street by Russell Square
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| The strip lights shine
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| I disappear
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| I was no one today
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| Hearing voices hurrying through the alleyways
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| Holloways
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| Lunar days
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| Down in the streets they’re falling in love
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| Holloways
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| Lunar days
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| This is the year that the monster will come
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| When it’s late November and you’re lost in the leaves
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| And you speak in beaten copper tongues that nobody hears
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| And I’ll come up and see you if I get out alive
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| I quit work at half past nine on Friday night
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| As the summer turns, I seem to fall away
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| Gaps in the light
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| The lunar days
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| On the 410
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| Heading nowhere with no place to really go
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| Holloways
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| Lunar days
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| Down in the streets they’re falling in love
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| Holloways
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| Lunar days
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| This is the year that the monster will come
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| When you lean on the stanchion and the ring roads hum
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| And the summer whispers back to you like words of love
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| If I call your name out, will I see you again?
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| If I call your name out, call your name out
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| Holloways
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| Lunar days
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| Down in the street they’re falling in love
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| Holloways
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| Lunar days
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| This is the year that the monster will come
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| Bending grass on playing fields
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| In the choir the tenors weave
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| Their voices in between:
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| I heard the wind in the leaves
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| So, I walked along the street with no one home
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| Lamps no one lit, roads no one drove
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| I was nowhere today
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| Watching sunlight moving through the alleyways
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| Holloways
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| Lunar days
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| Down in the street they’re falling in love
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| Holloways
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| Lunar days
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| This is the year that the monster will come |