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London Town
In this dirty old city that never sleeps at all
West End walking looking 'round for thrills
West End talking meeting all the girls
lights come up as the sun sinks under
East End spending money comes and goes
East End bending breaking all the rules
bright lights blaze on the avenues
dark alley doings going on too
back streets side streets circus or square
striptease sordid Soho sleaze
trains in the underground resound in the air
don't get me wrong like the river life rolls on
opportunities are there ~ there for the taking
never mind another grey rainy day
possibilities are there ~ there for the making
you can't win unless you make your play
London town never lets me down
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