Oh, what am I thinking wearing black? The sun is beating on my back As I'm waiting by the railroad tracks
Nobody hounding them or me And each wondering privately How long till my train comes
All the while I wish I were in London
Turn my head to the skies
We walked along the water With our eyes resting lazy on the treetops A million lights exploding in the water Every moment, perfect ladies dancing
All the while I wished I were in London
Turn my head to the skies
Not a thing to show, not a thing to say Lights turn and pipes burn It's the same for everyone
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