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I watch the sun go down on |
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London town |
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I wait for the night voices to sound |
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I smell the pain upon the breath of the lost and the lonely |
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Oh Lord I hear the thoughts that whisper in the hearts of all men |
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I'm the helpline operator and |
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I'll spare you the time |
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I'm the intimate stranger |
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Your problems will be mine |
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Put your tongue into the mouthpiece |
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And whisper in my ear |
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Admit to me |
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The things you can't admit to yourself |
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Admit to me and no one else |
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Everybody's looking for someone |
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To tell them what they want to hear |
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Everybody's looking for true love |
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To help them feel what they cannot feel |
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I'm the helpline operator |
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Could you spare me the time |
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I'm the intimate stranger |
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Your problems will be mine |
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I'm the helpline operator |
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Helpline operator |
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Helpline operator |
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Helpline operator |
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Helpline operator |
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Helpline operator |
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Helpline operator |
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Helpline operator |
