At The Chime Of A City Clock

A city freeze, get on your knees
 Pray for warmth and green paper
 A city drought, you're down and out
 See your trousers don't taper
 Saddle up, kick your feet
 Ride the range of a London street
 Travel to a local plane
 Turn around and come back again
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 And at the chime of a city clock
 Put up your road block
 Hang on to your crown
 For a stone in a tin can
 Is wealth to the city man
 Who leaves his armour down
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 Stay indoors, beneath the floors
 Talk with neighbours only
 The games you play make people say
 You're either weird or lonely
 A city star won't shine too far
 On account of the way you are
 And the beads around your face
 Make you sure to fit back in place
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 And at the beat of a city drum
 See how your friends come
 In twos, or threes, or more
 For the sound of a busy place
 Is fine for a pretty face
 Who knows what a face is for
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 The city clown will soon fall down
 Without a face to hide in
 And he will lose if he won't choose
 The one he may confide in
 Sonny boy with smokes for sale
 Went to ground with a face so pale
 And never heard about the change
 Showed his hand and fell out of range
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 In the light of a city square
 Find out the face that's fair
 Keep it by your side
 When the light of the city falls
 You fly to the city walls
 Take off with your bride
 But at the chime of a city clock
 Put up your road block
 Hang on to your crown
 For a stone in a tin can
 Is wealth to the city man
 Who leaves his armour down