| Seeking fame and fortune
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| We walk the streets of London
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| Looking for the crossroads everywhere
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| Holed up in squats in theatre bars
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| There’s a slasher on the Holloway boulevard
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| Screaming: «Monkey, monkey, mon-key everywhere»
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| Like tin soldiers responding to the call
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| To Camden we will crawl
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| One and all
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| Oh down to Trash and Lordy Lord
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| By icons we were lured
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| One and all
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| Seeking fame and fortune
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| Old Nick says: «come on then, I’ll meet you in the shadows by Rochester square»
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| The deal was done, the trade was rough
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| Doubloons down for a double bluff
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| Dip your quill in your bleeding heart
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| Sign there and there and there
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| Like tin soldiers responding to the call
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| To Camden we will crawl
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| One and all
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| Oh down to Trash and Lordy Lord
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| By icons we were lured
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| One and all
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| Oh, they were as boys, tell me what then did they know
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| What was it they learned and where did they go
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| Now listen to the voice of the city morning air
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| If you’re looking for something that’s never been there
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| If you’re seeking fame and fortune
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| Walking the streets of London
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| Looking for the crossroads everywhere
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| Hold on to your dreams, however bleak it seems
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| The world they may not listen, but the devil may care
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| Like tin soldiers responding to the call
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| To Camden we will crawl
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| One and all
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| Oh down to Trash and Lordy Lord
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| By icons we were lured
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| One and all |