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Oh, drawn by a multitude of different factors |
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What make this town my home |
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And God save the piss head and thespian actor |
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Relieved of everything they own |
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But look at me now, I'm curled up like a fat cat |
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Kicked into hell and back |
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So I throw in the towel to a bouquet of laughter |
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I'm rolling along the ground |
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Oh, this town |
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Cartwheels, tripping out of control again |
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Oh, this town |
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Balancing, falling off into no man's land |
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And Old Mother Redcap |
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She pours out her heart but of all the tales she tells |
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The Kentiston Cobbler |
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Winks over my shoulder and bids me a fond farewell |
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But be forewarned in Camden Town |
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Over and over and out |
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Oh, this town |
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Cartwheels, tripping out of control again |
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Oh, this town |
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I'm balancing, I'm falling off into no man's land |
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Oh, this clown |
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Who expects, yeah nothing from a nothing so |
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Just leave me to drown |
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In the tears of a very happy old man |
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Oh, this town |
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Cartwheels, tripping out of control again |
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Oh, this town |
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I'm balancing, I'm falling off into no man's land |
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Oh, this old clown |
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Who expects, yeah, nothing from a nothing so |
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Just leave me to drown |
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In the tears of bingo |
