| The devil moon took me through the alley
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| Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale
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| To the Mews running through the backstreets
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| Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep
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| The devil moon took me out of Soho
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| Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow
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| Sucked along by a winter shower
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| To stand beside your shining tower
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| This could be our final dance
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| This could be our very last chance
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| Just the sound of your voice
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| Wherever I may be changes everything
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| And then the world’s right with me
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| You’re my London girl
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| The way that you walk
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| You’re my london girl
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| The way that you talk
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| Just the sound of your voice
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| And I ain’t got no choice
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| The light was going out, the moon was dying
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| The night was turning to a fine Spring morning
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| The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting
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| The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain
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| When the cold winds come to find you
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| Blowing down from the top of the high rise
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| I’ll come and take you back down to Soho
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| Away from all those mad men’s eyes
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| This could be our final dance
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| This could be our very last chance
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| And if you cut me
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| Don’t you think I feel
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| Is this body made of clay
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| Is this heart made of steel
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| You’re my London girl
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| The way that you walk
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| You’re my London girl
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| The way that you talk
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| Just the sound of your voice
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| I ain’t got no choice
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| This could be our final dance
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| This could be our very last chance
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| And if you cut me
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| Don’t you think I feel
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| Is this body made of clay
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| Is this heart made of steel
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| You’re my London girl
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| The way that you walk
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| You’re my London girl
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| The way that you talk
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| Just the sound of your voice
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| I ain’t got no choice |