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I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go |
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I'm lonely in London, London is lovely so |
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I cross the streets without fear |
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Everybody keeps the way clear |
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I know, I know no one here to say hello |
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I know they keep the way clear |
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I am lonely in London without fear |
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I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go |
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While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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Oh Sunday, Monday, Autumn pass by me |
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And people hurry on so peacefully |
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A group approaches a policeman |
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He seems so pleased to please them |
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It's good, at least, to live and I agree |
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He seems so pleased, at least |
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And it's so good to live in peace |
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And Sunday, Monday, years, and I agree |
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While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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While my eyes gi looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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I choose no face to look at, choose no way |
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I just happen to be here, and it's ok |
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Green grass, blue eyes, grey sky |
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God bless silent pain and happiness |
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I came around to say yes, and I say |
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Green grass, blue eyes, grey sky |
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God bless silent pain and happiness |
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I came around to say yes, and I say |
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But my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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Yes, my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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Whow, my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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Oh, my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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Yes, my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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Whow, my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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Oh, my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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Whow, my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky |
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Yes, my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky . . . |
