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Weary morning traveller another weekend gone.
Billboards paid a better picture than where you come from.
You don't want to talk about it.
You might as well talk to the wall.
Isolated in your newspaper-crossword puzzle-Page Three Girl.
Try to find a reason try to find a cause.
Why everyday a thousand footsteps cross this dirty floor.
A sea of cigarette ends
And giveaway magazines.
Ticket seller's purple hangover-usual morning scene.
And you Jimmy what's that song that you play.
Makes me feel happy helps me forget the day.
All the smoke and dust makes my lungs burn.
Think I've had a bellyful don't have the nerve to burn.
Turn around and change this empty life.
Nine to Five is killing me. There must be more in life.
I can't seem to understand it.
I don't know what to make of it all.
Then I hear your sweet song loud and strong echo
Down the tunnel wall.
I know that some throw you silver.
Some just walk on by
When you play the Central Line.
I can feel my anger slide.
And you Jimmy what's that song that you play.
Makes me feel happy. Helps me forget the day.
All the smoke and dust makes my heart burn.
Think I've had a bellyful don't have the nerve to turn.
I can see you crouching there your head bent low.
You never seem to notice all the people come and go.
Makes me difference to you.
Just another way of passing the time.
Can't remember how it used to be when you weren't
There on the Central Line.
Jimmy what's that song that you play.
Makes me feel happy. Helps me forget the day.
All the smoke and dust makes my heart burn.
Think I've had a bellyful don't have the nerve.
Oh, Jimmy what's that song that you play.
Makes me feel so happy. Makes me want to break away.