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Have you seen the old man in the closed down market, Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes?

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Than how can you tell me, you're lonely Or say for you that the sun don't shine?

Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission, his memory fading like the ribbons that he wears? Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup.

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London, I'll show you something to make you change your mind. In the all night cafe At a quarter past eleven, Same old man is sitting there on his own Looking at the world Over the rim of his tea-cup, Each tea last lim hour Then he wanders home alone And have you seen the old man Outside the seaman's mission The medal ribbons that he wears.

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Let me take you by the hand and lead you through lonvon streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind Have you seen the old girl Who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags? Have you seen the old man in the closed down market, Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes?

Each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone. In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely at his side, Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news.

She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking, Carrying her home in two carrier bags. Have you seen the old man In the closed-down market with his worn out shoes?

In his eyes you see no pride Hand held loosely at his side Yesterday's paper telling loam news So how can you tell me you're lonely, And say for you that the sun don't shine? She's no time for talking, She just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

And in this winter city strees rain cries a little pity for one more forgotten hero and a world doesn't care. In the all night cafe at quarter past eleven Same old man sitting there on his own. Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London, Dirtel hair and her clothes in raigs?