Walking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoon
I was accosted by a barker playing a simple tune Upon his flute Silver rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground of London Town
Holding conversations that are always incomplete Ordinary people it's impossible to meet
People pass me by on my imaginary street
Oh where are there places to go
Well, I don't know
Someone somewhere has to know
I don't know Out of work again the actor entertains his wife
Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife
With the same old stories of his ordinary life
Oh, where are there places to go
Well, I don't know Crawling down the pavement on a Sunday afternoon
Someone somewhere has to know
I was arrested by a rozzer wearing a pink balloon
About his foot Silver rain was falling down Someone somewhere has to know Upon the dirty ground of London Town
Silver rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground of London Town.
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