Have you seen the old man 
In the closed-down market 
taking out the papers, 
with his worn out shoes? 
In his eyes you see no pride 
hands held loosely by his side 
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news 
 [bad word]  So how can you tell me that you're lonely, 
say for you that the sun don't shine and
Let me take you by the hand lead you through the streets of London 
I'll show you something to make you change your mind 

Have you seen the old girl 
Who walks the streets of London 
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rag
She's no time for talking 
she just keeps right on walking 
Carrying her home in two carrier bags. 
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In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven, 
Same old man sitting there on his own 
Looking at the world 
Over the rim of his tea-cup, 
and each tea last an hour,
And he wanders home alone 
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And have you seen the old man 
Outside the Seaman's Mission 
Memory fading with the medal ribbon that he wears 
And in our winter city 
The rain cried a little pity 
one more forgotten hero 
And the world that doesn't care 
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