| Have you seen them in every station
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| Begging in their separate ways
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| Some of them are no more than children
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| Some of them are runaways
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| I don’t care for your opinion
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| I’ve seen you turn your face the other way
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| And you said son
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| What’s your problem
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| Can’t we talk about this over lunch some day
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| And I bet you’ve never
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| Been south of the river
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| Down the old Kent road or down
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| Southwark way
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| I bet you’ve never never seen them
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| Lying in the litter
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| In the cardboard boxes
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| Where you make them stay
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| In the docklands of East London
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| Where those great tall ships once sailed
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| Of a price of couple of hundred thousands
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| I have seen your condominiums for sale
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| In the north by the archway tavern
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| You can see them lying there every day
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| And they’re drunk and they scream their minds to the heaven
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| Dear lord why did it have to be this way
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| And I bet you’ve never
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| Been south of the river
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| Down the old Kent road or down
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| Southwark way
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| I bet you’ve never never seen them
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| Lying in the litter
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| In the cardboard boxes
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| Where you make them stay
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| I worked some time I paid my taxes
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| I lined your pockets with my pay
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| You said you’d take my money
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| You said you’d help them
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| But in your pockets it just seems to stay
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| And I’ve seen your fancy house in Richmond
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| And where you moor your boat down Kingston way
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| In the weekend you take your wife out sailing
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| Try taking her down south London some day
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| And I bet you’ve never
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| Been south of the river
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| Down the old Kent road or down
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| Southwark way
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| I bet you’ve never never seen them
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| Lying in the litter
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| In the cardboard boxes
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| Where you make them stay
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| In the cardboard boxes
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| Where they have to stay |