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I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go
I'm lonely in London London, is lovely so
I cross the streets without fear
Everbody keeps the way clear
I know I know no one here to say hello
I know they keep the way clear
I'm lonely in London without fear
I'm wandering round and round here
Nowhere to Go
While my eyes
Go looking for flying sources in the sky
While my eyes
Go looking for flying sources in the sky
Oh Sunday Monday, autumn pass by me
And people hurry on so peacefully
A group aproaches the policemen
And he seems so pleased to please them
It's good to live at least, and I agree
He seems so pleased at least
And it's so good to live in peace
And Sunday, Monday, years, and I agree
I choose no face to look at, choose no way
I just happen to be here and it's ok
Green grass, blue eyes, grey sky
God bless
Silent pain and hapiness
I came around to say yes, and I say
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