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I like London in the rain...

The look and the sound of the voice
They try, they try
The shape and the power of the voice
In strong low tones...

I'm in heaven
With the maven of funk mutation...

The last time I saw you
You were standing in the dark
And with a freezing face
I watched you fall apart...

Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven...

I'm a million different people from one day to the next..

What I like to do he doesn't
He's his family's pride and joy
His mother's little golden boy

I had too much to dream last night
Too much to dream
I'm not ready to face the light
I had too much to dream
Last night...

You were there with your long hair...

Far below the relentless river of two-eyed monsters roll by Growling as they pass from first to the last Nobody knowing why...