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No one ever looks up in this town - Am I the only one who can see
The Angels and Gargoyles in this town - I’m sure that they’re staring at me
I’ll hold my head as I walk through the crowds you’ll see my lips move as I shout out aloud:

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The beggars the buskers the preachers - they all want a piece of my soul
I try to ignore the Big Issue but deep down I know there for God’s grace I go
The pigeons and statues watch the world going by and deep in this city did I hear someone cry:

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Your briefcase, your suitcase your sad face your backpack is weighing you down But you have escaped from the Rat race at least till the next day comes ‘round.
Your mobile phones and your laptop computers - the Walkman brigade a chorus line of commuters

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BRIDGE
This place never sleeps, no this place never sleeps darling - when you’re lying n your bed you’ve got the big dirty city in head

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Pilgrims in Levis and trainers pay homage to McDonalds again as I stand alone at the station I leave the pigeons and the stations and gargoyles and angels and i’ll have to fly to make the next train in time but her clock’s always five minutes faster than mine

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