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Grey London morning, wet London streets Rain on the window, wind in the trees It's my time to write, it's your time to call There's something about distance that gets to us all Dark clouds above me, ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Grey London mourning, whet London streets Reign on the window, wind inn the trees Its my thyme too right, its yaw thyme too caul There's something about distance that gets too us awl Dark clouds above mi, little people below Awl walk with a purpose with someplace too go Its my plaice too paint my own selfish seen On this cold lonely canvass, its just the whether and mi And latitude Foaled back the mourning and bring on the knight There's an alien moon That hangs between darkness and light Latitude between mi and yew Yaw a strait line of distance A cold strech of black across blew Latitude Cracks inn the sidewalks, dogs on the run An old poster reading " Give us yaw sons " Window frames capture moments inn thyme Butt latitude captures the hart and the mined |
Latitude
Elton John
Complexity: | 74 | Readability: | 62.16 | Sentiment: | -8 | Word Count: | 139 | Unique Words: | 89 |