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Cindy
Tells Edinburgh Man It's
springtime but I still miss the streets at dawn I
don't mind being by myself You
can leave me on the shelf It's
summertime but I still miss your skies so clear Cindy
tells me the rich girls are weeping And
she tells me they're selling off their maisonettes Some
of them lose and some of them lose Don't
give a toss about private wealth They
say you project yourself It's
wintertime and I still see the cobble stones I'm
OK just by myself I
was always in good health
(from the album I'm An Edinburgh Man, Myself)
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