Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
Kicking up the pa-pers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride,
hand held loose-ly by his side,
Yes-ter-day's pa-per tell-ing yes-ter-day's news.
So how can you tell me you're lone-ly
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of Lon-don.
I'll show you some-thing
to make you change your mind.
Have you seen the old girl
who walks the streets of Lon-don,
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talk-in',
She just keeps right on walk-in',
Car-ry-ing her home in two car-ri-er bags.
So how can you tell me you're lone-ly
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of Lon-don.
I'll show you some-thing
to make you change your mind.
In the all night ca-fe' at a quar-ter past e-lev-en
Same old man sit-ting there on his own.
Look-ing at the world o-ver the rim of his tea-cup.
Each tea lasts an ho-ur
and he wan-ders home a-lone.
So how can you tell me you're lone-ly
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of Lon-don.
I'll show you some-thing
to make you change your mind.
Have you seen the old man out-side the sea-man's miss-ion,
Mem-mory fad-ing with the med-al rib-bons he wears?
In our win-ter ci-ty the rain cries a lit-tle pi-ty
For one more for-got-ten he-ro
and a world that does-n't care.
So how can you tell me you're lone-ly
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of Lon-don.
I'll show you some-thing
to make you change your mind.

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