They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again

And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain

The suns 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



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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 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



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