For friends in far-flung places

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Summer in the city, I'm so lonely lonely lonely;
I've been hallucinating you, babe, on the backs of other women.
And I tap on their shoulder and they turn around smiling
But there's no recognition in their eyes.

Oh summer in the city means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage,
And don't get me wrong, dear, in general I'm doing quite fine.
It's just when it's summer in the city, and you're so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes.

When it's summer in the city,
And you're so long gone from the city,
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes.




This is Dickson Street, Auchenflower. For three years I walked down this street at least once a week and never took a photo.