The Times - This is london

^AmI'm walking in the streets of Battersea ^GIn search of happiness ^AmBut all I find is misery ^GIn this London borough mess

^DMy very best friend deserted me F^Cor som^Heone else to^Amday ^FShe met a small-time insurance broker And they'll ^Gbe married by next May

^AmWe had some rows and we had some scenes ^GBut a couple of laughs as well ^AmAnd everything seemed just like it should ^GThat's what I thought myself

^DBut now I see how wrong I was ^CAnd cryi^Hng won't make^Am it better ^F'Cos life's got nothing left for me Since the ^Gday I cried forever

^AmThis ^Gis L^Dondon ^AmYour ^Gown ^DLondon

^AmI stumble into a café ^GIn search of a little chat ^AmThe conversation, tea and scones ^GBut nothing came of that

^D'Cause now I'm stuffed to talk to anyone no more ^CIn case^H you're on^Ame of them ^FYou're the motion from another world, ^GAnd they're the real men

^AmThe Leicester Square and Soho lights ^GConfuse my confused thoughts ^AmI'm stopped and asked for directions ^GBy an American tourist in shorts

^DI've had enough, I can't take any more ^CI'll go r^Hound to h^Amer flat, ^FAnd tell her there's nothing left for me ^GSince the day I cried forever

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