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Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely at his side
Yesterdays paper telling yesterdays news
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun won't shine
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
Christy Moore