"Walking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoon
I was accosted by a barker playing a simple tune
Upon his flute - toot toot toot toot
Silver rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground of London Town
People pass me by on my imaginary street
Ordinary people it's impossible to meet
Holding conversations that are always incomplete
Well, I don't know
Oh, where are there places to go
Someone somewhere has to know
I don't know"
We know - vi vet - No 5 Cavendish Square Hotel. Om ikke annet har de skarpe dorullbretter! Takk til Helene for dorullbidrag og Macca for tekst (London Town).
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