| I’m wandering round and round, nowhere to go
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| I’m lonely in London, London, is lovely so
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| I cross the streets without fear
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| Everybody keeps the way clear
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| I know I know no one here to say hello
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| I know they keep the way clear
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| I am lonely in London without fear
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| I’m wandering round and round here, nowhere to go
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| While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
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| But my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
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| Oh, Sunday, Monday, Autumn pass by me
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| And people hurry on so peacefully
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| A group approach the policeman
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| He seems so pleased to please them
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| It’s good to live at least, and I agree
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| He seemed so pleased at least
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| And it’s so good to live in peace
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| And Sunday, Monday, years and I agree
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| While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
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| But my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
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| I choose no face to look at, choose no way
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| I just happen to be here and it’s okay
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| Green grass, blue eyes, gray sky, God bless
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| Silent, pain and happiness
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| I came around to say yes, and I say
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| Green grass, blue eyes, gray sky, God bless
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| Silent, pain and happiness
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| I came around to say yes, and I say
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| While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
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| But my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
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| Oh my eyes, go looking for flying saucers in the sky
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| Yes my eyes, go looking for flying saucers in the sky |