Stain-glass people filling the sooty city but he's
sleeping
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Eight in the morning daydreams are forming but he's
sleeping

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He's a younger version of a face upon a picture inside

an antique locket
Staggering around outside of time inside the candy of a
bottle in his pocket

He's no idea which way the sun has gone
Hyde Park Corner on Sunday and Whitehall's a terribly
good place to sit

And Newquay's a good beach to lie on and dry in the sun
and sing "Trouble in Mind"
Fifty times in-between every trip

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Party at midnight waterloo station everyone smiling

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Her mummy's in Bermuda - Daddy's trying hard to lose

her. The King's Road's absolutely full of holes

Picasso's in the bathroom marble couches in the toilet

and a bidet in the Rolls
And Wimpole Street hormone like an ocean never drains
The see-saw city of London - The jigsaw puzzle of light

The flashing elastic confusion of all that's been done
- and the reasons for doing
That all disappeared in the night


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sunshine craver