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Accross the river thames |
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On a sunday morning |
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The smell of the air |
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A tiny noise |
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Dark blades of grass |
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Trees and big clouds |
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Factory smokes |
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And plastic balloons |
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Moving around the meridian line |
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And hearing from here |
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Some silly jokes |
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Familys strolls |
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Children circles |
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Couples kissing |
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And grand'ma's sitting |
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Today there's a frontier |
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A big white line |
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Today season's changing |
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What's comming next |
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Everything is in it's write place |
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Today someone is missing |
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This a point blank |
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A little later |
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On a sunday night |
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Sitting on a train |
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Under the sea |
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Lights are flashing |
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Speed and fat boys |
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Computer's screens |
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Smoking second classe |
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No troubles here |
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A safety place |
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Drinking coffee |
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In a plastic cup |
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Wrinting postcards |
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Nothing in mind |
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All is quiet |
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Under control |
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Tonight there's a frontier |
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A big white line |
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Wright on the middle |
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Of the channel |
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Tonight I'm back in France |
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What's comming next |
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Tonight someone's missing |
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This is a point blank |
