There is something I wanted to tell you, ItŽs so funny youŽll kill yourself laughing
But then I, I look around, And I remember that I am alone, Alone. For evermore
The tile yard all along the railings, Up a discoloured dark brown staircase
Here youŽll find, despair and I, Calling to you with whatŽs left of my heart, My heart, For evermore
Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames, Sullenly on a chair on the pavement
Here youŽll find, my thoughts and I, And here is the very last plea from my heart
My heart. For evermore, Where taxi drivers never stop talking
Under slate grey Victorian sky, Here you will find, despair and I
And here I am every last inch of me is yours, Yours, For evermore
Your leg came to rest against mine, Then you lounged with knees up and apart
And me and my heart, we knew, We just knew, For evermore
Where taxi drivers never stop talking, Under slate grey Victorian sky
Here youŽll find, my heart and I, And still we say come back, Come back to Camden
And IŽll be good, IŽll be good, IŽll be good, IŽll be good
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