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Locked down in London town,
Ladies and gentlemen hanging around,
I’m just too high,
To ever come down.

Call me St. John of the streets,
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Getting my fix,
Before I break down on my knees.

Waiting for someone,
To take me away,
Show me the narrow,
And show me the straight.

I don’t want to feel,
What I’m feeling now anymore,
More, more, more, more,
(More, more, more, more),
(More, more, more, more, more, anymore).

Last call worst of all,
Sounds night over but I have not found,
A good enough reason,
Not to stick around.

Kick drum in my head,
Cold prison of an empty bed,
And the sight of the sunlight,
Scares me half to death.

Everybody here has got so much to say,
I wish I could stop,
But I think it’s too late.

I don’t want to feel,
What I’m feeling now anymore,
More, more, more, more,
I don’t, I don't wanna feel,
What I’m feeling now anymore,
More, more, more, more,
(More, more, more, more),
(More, more, more, more, more, anymore).

Waiting for someone to take me away,
Show me the narrow,
And show me the straight.

I don’t want to feel,
What I’m feeling now anymore,
More, more, more, more,
I don’t, I don't wanna feel,
What I’m feeling now anymore.

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