Have you seen the old man in the closed down market kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes in his eyes you see no pride and held loosely by his side, yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news 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 how can you tell in the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven same old man sitting there on his own looking at the world over the rim of his teacup each tea lasts an hour and he goes home alone

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