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At night they would go walking till the breaking of the day,
The morning is for sleeping
Through the dark streets they go searching to see God in their own way,
Save the nighttime for your weeping
Your weeping
Singing la lalalalala la lé
And the night over London lay
So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts spring,
For their curses to be broken
Wed go underneath the arches where the witches are in the saying,
There are ghost towns in the ocean
The ocean
Singing la lalalalala la lé
And the night over London lay
God is in the houses and God is in my head
and all the
cemeteries in London
I see God come in my garden, but I dont know what he said,
For my heart it wasnt open
Not open
Singing la lalalalala la lé
And the night over London lay
Singing la lalalalala la lé
Theres no light over London today
