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Kansas City lights flicker
Like pennies in the water
Sun sets in a glowing shade of gold
Noise bleeds from the streets
As the city people saunter
And ponder on a place they ought to go
Find me in my hotel room
A bird's eye of the station
With red wine on my lips and on my clothes
Mumbling a tired tune
Gently to my pillow
And dreaming of the day I'm coming home
Muffled cries through corridors
As morning comes calling
Strangers stumbling home from late night bars
The rumble of a Chevrolet keeps me from calling
Into a dream of you my English rose
Here co es the morning
Quietly through the willows
The air is warm and still not like at home
But coming back to you
Is a promise worth fulfilling
So my English rose, my English rose
I'll be seeing you