| Thirty-nine and you need some leeway
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| Soon you’re eying the overseas page
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| The trains are running late
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| As you close the garden gate
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| Stepping through your steel front door frame
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| Dinner’s in the microwave, sweetie
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| Leipzig is calling you, Henry (on the cardboard thoroughfare)
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| Leipzig is calling you, James
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| Leipzig is calling you, Leonard (the clouds run parallel)
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| Leipzig is calling you names
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| Cars were burning
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| On yellow lines
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| Wheels turning
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| Traffic light… change
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| Another misty bus queue morning
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| Faces smile down from a hoarding
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| Stoop to the bin
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| Drop something in
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| Well you’ll soon feel yourself again
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| And every place is just the same, isn’t it?
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| Leipzig is calling you, Benny (from the mouth of the megaphone)
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| Leipzig is calling you, James
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| Leipzig is calling you, Leonard (and other cartoon characters)
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| Leipzig is calling you names
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| Like the sound of taxi brakes
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| The sound of a dentist’s drill
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| The colour of skates on ice under clingfilm
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| It’s calling
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| Leipzig is calling you names
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| Hear it calling.
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| Every place is just the same isn’t it?
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| Leipzig is calling you, Benny (from the mouth of the megaphone)
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| Leipzig is calling you, James
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| Leipzig is calling you, Leonard (and other cartoon characters)
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| Leipzig is calling you names |