long walk down from my door
But I make it every night
And the serpentine is black
and doesn't show a single star
and walking through the park
Got them bags from Knightsbridge
Can't distract me, honey,
I sit down with a gin and tea
and watch the night so long
Well, drinks they pour at this bar
And I got no plans to meet anyone,
But the history in this postal code
And it's probably lost on most
Got no rich relations, got no extra time
When they shut this bar tonight
to walk down by the riverbank
I don't know how other folks get by
But there's one thing that I've
There's a music you can only hear
When you're starting from scratch
A roach's wings are fluttering softly
There's a music you can only hear
when you're starting from
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