| A trader in furs living in exile
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| Boy what a kook
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| Look at that passport
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| Stale bread and paper without privilege
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| If you live here learn the language
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| When the rain hit the roof
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| With the sound of a finished kiss
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| Like when a lip lifts from a lip
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| I took the Wrong Road round
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| A room in a lighthouse
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| Near the park
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| The ghosts in the next room hear you cough
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| Time drags on Sundays spent in Mayfair
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| With all your riches, why aren’t you there?
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| The wind acts like a magnet
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| And pulls the leaf from the tree
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| And the town’s lost it’s breath
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| I took the Wrong Road round
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| Handsome is good, pretty is better
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| What was that phrase
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| Grace under pressure?
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| Blind by the light bulb
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| Blood to the bank
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| Lost all yours letters when the ship sank
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| In the disjointed breaking light
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| The soft blue approach of the water
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| Makes a sound you won’t forget
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| I took the Wrong Road round
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| Stranded at low-tide where the river bends
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| Wouldn’t you know it, that’s how life ends
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| Lucky at cards, that’s an old lie
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| Lucky in love, that’s how life ends
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| Well the turncoats turned around
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| When they heard the sound of the bell
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| Dropped their coins into the well
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| I took the Wrong Road round
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| Started out Oliver, ended up Fagin
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| Don’t you worry, it’s my problem
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| What’s my name, what’s my number?
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| I’m the lonely one
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| It’s just at the end of the day
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| When the light makes it’s slow move away
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| That I know all I can say is
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| I took the Wrong Road round
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| Gambled with risk
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| Paid you back with risk
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| So now you know who your friends are
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| They’ll steel your shadow when your back’s turned
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| Bouquets of flowers
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| Lesson’s over
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| When the rain hit the roof
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| With the sound of a finished kiss
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| Like when a lip lifts from a lip
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| I took the Wrong Road round |