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Camden Lock and the sky is piercing me grey again And that Otis song is playing in my head again and there's a woman on the street, she's singing, that change is gonna come that a change is gonna come again And I can't speak English. I can't speak French. I can't sing or move my feet because she's afraid to die and the night is getting darker and I am getting colder and so am I, so am I and the underground has stopped its roar and the orange lights are holding on and the rain is trickling in the gutters and so am I, my darling, so am I.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
Camden.
Camden Lock and the sky is piercing me grey again And that Otis song is playing in my head again and there's a woman on the street, she's singing, that change is gonna come that a change is gonna come again And I can't speak English. I can't speak French. I can't sing or move my feet because she's afraid to die and the night is getting darker and I am getting colder and so am I, so am I and the underground has stopped its roar and the orange lights are holding on and the rain is trickling in the gutters and so am I, my darling, so am I.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
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