Red sun go down way over dirty town
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Starling are sweeping around crazy shoals
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A girl is there high heeling across the square
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Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles
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Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
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She looks around to find a face she can like.
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Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for Evensong
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Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays
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They're all in the station praying for trains
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Cogregations late again
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It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days
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Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
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He's crazy lion howling for a fight.
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Strap hanging gunshot sound
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Doors slamming on the overground
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Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone
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Her evening paper is horror torn
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But there's hope later for Capricorns
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Her lucky stars give her just enough to get home
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Then she's reading about a swing to the right
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But she's thinking about a stranger in the night
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I'm thinking about the lions tonight
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What happened to the lions.
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Lions
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Dire Straits |