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Have you seen the old man in the closed down market? Kicking up the papers with his worn-out shoes In his eyes, you see no pride, handheld loosely at his side Yesterday's papers telling yesterday's news Have you seen the old dear who walks the streets of London? Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags So how can you tell me you're mourning And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of London I'II show you something In the all-night café at a quarter past 11 It's the same old man, he's sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup And each tea lasts an hour 'til he wanders home alone So how can you tell me that you're mourning You say for you, that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of London I'II show you something To make you change your mind Aus Songtexte Mania