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Standing all alone on buchanan street |
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the sun's burning down, burning holes in my feet |
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on the cobble stone, i am all alone |
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then she comes along and she wants to know my name |
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i will play along with her little game |
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on the cobble stone, i am all alone |
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sitting on the grass by the river clyde |
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she's holding her guitar, playing by my side |
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we are along, we are skin and bone |
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losing ourselves in the afternoon |
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i hate farewells when they come so soon |
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we are all alone, we are skin and bone |
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oh my darling there's a train and it's coming |
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you better pack your bags before i start running away |