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Thirty nine and you need some leeway |
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Soon you're eyeing 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 |
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Leipzig is calling you Jane |
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Leipzig is calling you Leonard |
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Leipzig is calling you names |
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Cars were burning on yellow lines |
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Wheels turning, traffic lights changing |
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Another misty bus-queue morning |
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Faces smile down from the hoarding |
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You stoop to the bin--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... |
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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 |
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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 |