London, did you have to
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take my child away?
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you buried him under
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rent and low pay.
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I've been cycling in circles
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round your empty streets.
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I've been searching
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in the pouring rain.
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I've been going alone
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to the cinema
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I've been stealing all my food
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from the electric avenue
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now the pigeons gather
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round my feeding hand.
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and we talk til the evening fades.
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I have learnt how it goes
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what you wait for never shows
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and what you least wanted
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holds you down like a stone.
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just like a stone.
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Now i feed the birds.
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day after day.
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only they can hear me pray for
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a lighter heart. a lighter load
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to be moving. moving. moving
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my way home.
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Pigeon Song
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Patrick Wolf |