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A man opened his window and stared up |
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Primrose Hill |
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Out there enjoying themselves |
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I've seen them from this sill |
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Green splashed with white and red going brown |
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Children baiting animals running up and down |
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I stare out of this window |
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See the world go past |
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Slipping from the newspapers stacked against the wall |
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Piles of color supplements squeeze between his fall |
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For a fleeting second |
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I was up that hill |
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Although I've never been there |
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I wish I was there still |
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I stare out of this window |
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See the world go past |
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I've read and looked at everything |
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I know it off by heart |
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Deliveries every day newspapers and food |
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Never had to venture out the phone has been removed |
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Open up the window and stare up |
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Primrose Hill |
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Sitting here it's dark outside and everything is still |
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I stare out of this window |
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See the world go past |
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I've read and looked at everything |
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I know it off by heart |
