| I wander lonely streets
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| Behind where the old Thames does flow
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| And in every face I meet
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| Reminds me of what I have run from
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| In every man, in every hand
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| In every kiss, you understand
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| That living is for other men
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| I hope you do understand
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| I’ve got to tell you my tale
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| Of how I loved and how I failed
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| I hope you understand
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| These feelings should not be in the man
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| In every child, in every eye
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| In every sky, above my head
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| I hope that I know
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| So come with me in bed
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| Because it’s you and me, we’re history
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| There ain’t nothing left to say
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| When I will get you alone
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| Maybe we could find a room
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| Where we could see what we should do
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| Maybe you know it’s true
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| Living with me is like keeping a fool
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| In every man, in every hand
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| In every kiss, you understand
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| That living is for other men
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| I hope you know that I am me so come on
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| I’m thinking about history
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| And I’m living for history
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| And I think you know about me
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| Cause I am
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| And one and one is two
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| But three is company
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| When you’re thinking about the things you do
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| And you’re thinking about the things you do
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| I want to tell you my tale
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| How I fell in love and jumped out on my bail
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| Do you understand?
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| There’s more in a smile than in a hand
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| In every sky, in every kiss
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| There’s one thing that you might have missed
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| And why am I going to
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| A place that now belongs to you?
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| But you were mean and so am I
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| Let’s pick it up, let’s even try
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| To live today, so why not smile
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| Don’t dream away your life, cause it is mine
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| It is mine
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| Is that a crime?
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| Is that a crime?
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| This life is mine
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| But the bed ain’t made, it’s filled full of hope
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| I’ve got a skin full of dope
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| Oh the bed ain’t made, but it’s filled through of hope
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| I’ve got a skin full of dope |