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McTell Ralph |
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Miscellaneous |
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Streets Of London |
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Have you seen the old man in the closed down market |
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Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes |
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In his eyes you see no pride |
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Hand held loosely by his side, |
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yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news |
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How can you tell me you're lonely |
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And say, for you, that the sun don't shine |
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Let me take you by the hand |
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And lead you through the streets of London |
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I'll show you something to make you change your mind |
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Have you seen the old gal who walks the streets of London |
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Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags |
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She's no time for talkin, she just keeps right on walkin |
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Carryin her home in two big shopping bags |
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In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven |
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Same old man sitting there on his own |
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Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup |
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Each tea lasts an hour and he goes home alone |
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Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission |
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Memory fading like the ribbons that he wears |
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In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity |
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For one more forgotten hero in a world that doesn't care |