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1850, in London
Heavy footsteps on the ground
In the nascent night, the lamplighter
Has started to light dozens of fires
But there is one more thing he is good at:
He also knows how to turn on women's hearts

Lamp lamp lamp lamplighter
Love love love love-lighter
When he hits you with his loving gaze
You'll burn in this appealing blaze

Lamp lamp lamp lamplighter
Love love love love-lighter
When he hits you with his loving gaze
You'll burn in this appealing blaze

With his long stick, in London
He lights the lampposts one by one
To protect people till the morning comes
Like his father did before and so will his son
But there is one more thing he is good at:
He also knows how to turn on women's hearts

Lamp lamp lamp lamplighter
Love love love love-lighter
When he hits you with his loving gaze
You'll burn in this appealing blaze

Lamp lamp lamp lamplighter
Love love love love-lighter
When he hits you with his loving gaze
You'll burn in this appealing blaze

The morning light comes, the lamplighter
Has used up all his whale blubber
Exhausted and alone
He falls into bed grey like a firestone
As there is one thing he's not good at:
He doesn't know how to keep one woman's heart

Lamp lamp lamp lamplighter
Love love love love-lighter
When he hits you with his loving gaze
You'll burn in this appealing blaze

Lamp lamp lamp lamplighter
Love love love love-lighter
When he hits you with his loving gaze
You'll burn in this appealing blaze

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