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They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again
And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain
The sun's had enough and the simmering sky
Has the heave and the hue of a woman on fire
Shop shutters rattle down and I'm cutting the crowd
All scented and descending from the satellite towns
The neon is graffiti singing make a new start
So I look for a plot where I can bury my broken heart
No, I know I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me
The man on the door has a head like Mars
Like a baby born to the doors of the bars
And surrounded by steam with his folded arms
He's got that urban genie thing going on
He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace
Saint Peter in satin, he's like Buddha with mace
He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace
Saint Peter in satin, he's like Buddha with mace
No, I know I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me
No, I know I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me
Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand
Thinking too hard about the way you stand?
Are you watching them pair off and drinking 'em long?
Are you falling in love every second song?
Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand
Thinking too hard about the way you stand?
Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long?
Are you falling in love?
Are you falling in love?
Are you falling in love every second song?
No, I know I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me
No, I know I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself and the city will forgive me
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