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Grey London morning, wet London streets
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Rain on the window, wind in the trees
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It's my time to write, it's your time to calL
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There's something about distance that gets to us all
Dark clouds above me, little people below
All walk with a purpose with someplace to go
It's my place to paint my own selfish scene
On this cold lonely canvas, it's just the weather and me
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And latitude
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Fold back the morning and bring on the night
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There's an alien moon
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That hangs between darkness and light
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Latitude between me and you
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You're a straight line of distance
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A cold strech of black across blue
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Latitude
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Cracks in the sidewalks, dogs on the run
An old poster reading "Give us your sons"
Window frames capture moments in time
But latitude captures the heart and the mind