| From Carlton Road came Mirriam and Joab
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| Came Mirriam and Joab
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| Came MIrriam and Joab
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| From the wide flat fields to the rolling smoke
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| To the rolling smoke
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| To the rolling smoke
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| I made a little home in the family
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| A family, a family
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| As the years went by they led to me
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| Led to me
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| In good time they had a son called James
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| Who had a son called James, were there no other names?
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| The first world war and the second one came
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| The second one came
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| The second one came
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| My mother now was a teenage girl
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| She survived the blitz
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| She survived the blitz
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| Though she knew a girl, who knew a girl
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| Who was blown to bits
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| Who was blown to bits (ah, ha)
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| London you in my blood and
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| You’ve been there for so long
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| London you in my blood but
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| I feel you going wrong
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| And so my parents fled the smoke
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| Some ancient feel for green awoke
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| But I look down the railway line
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| Back to the city, that felt like mine
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| Where no one cared, what clothes you wore
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| Or who you loved, what books you bought
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| Where you were born, what God you loved
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| Or so I thought
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| Or so I thought
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| London you in my blood and
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| You’ve been there for so long
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| London you in my blood but
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| I feel you going wrong
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| And though its streets are paved in gold
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| All bought and sold
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| All bought and sold
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| Still the river runs its course
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| Back to its source
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| Back to its source
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| Tied and broke and river fleet
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| And hearts that beat
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| And hearts that beats
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| Blood that flows and hearts that beats
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| And hearts that beats
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| From Carlton Road came Mirriam and Joab
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| Came Mirriam and Joab
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| Came MIrriam and Joab
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| From the wide flat fields to the rolling smoke
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| To the rolling smoke
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| To the rolling smoke |