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The traffic is too heavy A man shouts to the air I saw a dog at the window I was never even there They ask me if I'm busy If I have a moment to spare It's always the same in this city People going 'round and 'round but nowhere Sometimes in my day dreams I go Back to cobblestones Back to silent movies One car on the road I think that might of moved me A hundred years ago this was the quietest town in England The cranes are too many The street lights too bright Man turns green to mean go But we've all gone home tonight They ask me if I'm lonely If I wanna take a call But at least my pillow knows me While I know nothing at all Letras de canciones Back to picture postcards Back to skyline beauty Milk-floats in the morning Think that might of moved me A hundred years ago this was the quietest town in England I saw some old film, black-and-white Everyone in the picture bright It's easy to romanticise I know But the mind goes where it goes A single hat on every head Everyone in this photo's dead It's easy to romanticise I know But the heart goes where it goes Sometimes in my daydreams I go Back to cobblestones Back to silent movies One car on the road I think that might of moved me A hundred years ago this was the quietest town in England Quietest town in England Quietest town in England From Letras Mania