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I'm 29 now as i write this song
I'll be 30 next year so it wont be long
I think about the life I've lead on my way home
And wonder how the hell, i have ended up alone?
Drift of into the chaotic world of London society
And grasp hold of my own sanity
I been to many cities, and travelled the globe
But London's my boy, my fixed abode
But what has my loyalty brought?
Nothing i tell you! Absolutely nought!
Endless service i have given to this country
And in return they have given Fuk ALL! Back to me!
The Homeless, the depraved and the mentally Ill
I have helped them all, out of good will
And in return i get to stay at home with my mum
Because it's too expense to move out without being with someone
I look at all the drunken woman in the pubs and clubs at the weekend
But they aren't looking at me i 'm just a friend
My best friends an alcoholic and the others depressed
My dad left me cause he liked men in a dress
Yet still i smile, still i live in the city
I don't even want to move out, I don't want any pity
I am 29 now and 30 next year
Yet i am quite content with my friends, my family and a beer.
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