Have you seen the old man in the closed down market

Kicking up the papers, with his worn out shoes

In his eyes you see no pride,

Hands held loosely by his side

Yesterday's papers telling yesterday's news



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So how can you tell me you're lonely?

And say for you that the sun don't shine

Let me take you by the hand

and lead you through the streets of London

I'll show you something to make you change your mind



In the all night cafe, at a quarter past eleven

Same old man sitting there all alone

Looking at the world over the rim of his tea cup

Each tea lasts an hour, and he wanders home alone



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Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London

Dirt on her face, and her clothes in rags

She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking

Carrying her home in two carrier bags



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