At a crossroads in London as the winter winds whipped through my hair
I noticed everyone stared at the ground and passed by like I wasn't there
I watched lonely people keep all to themselves full of fear in the worlds they had made
I swore then that I'd make a difference I promised that I'd make a change
Is that how it is?
Is that how it is, baby, with you?
Is that how you want it to be?
'Cause that's how it is with me
As I walked past a churchyard an old man on his knees in the street
Said,
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