At nEmight they would go waGlking 'till the brDeaking of the dAmay, The mEmorning is for sleGeping… D Am
Through the dEmark streets they go seGarching to see GDod in their own wAmay, Save the niEmghttime for your weGeping… D Am
Your weeEmping…
Singing lGa lalalDalala la Amlé… And the niEmght over LoDndon, hEmey…
So we rEmode down to the riGver where the toDiling ghosts spAmring, For their cuEmrses to be brGoken… D Am
We'd go undEmerneath the arGches where the witDches are in the saAmying, There are ghEmost towns in the ocGean… D Am
The ocEmean… Singing lGa lalalaDlala la lAmé…
And the nEmight over LoDndon, eEmEmGod is in the houses and GDod is in my head… and all the ceEmmeteries in LoGndon… D Am
I see GEmod come in my gaGrden, but I doDn't know what he sAmaid, For my heEmart it wasn't oGpen…. D Am
Not opEmen… Singing lGa lalalaDlala la lAmé…
And the nEmight over LoDndon, eEmy… Singing lGa lalalDalala la lAmé…
There's nEmo light over LDondon todEmay…
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