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The kids round here look just like sticks
They trade old licks with a beat up six
I just smile and catch the groove

Gothic girls all dressed in black
Serious as heart attacks
Takes a bit of getting used to

The old man with the whisky stains
Lost the night, forgot his name
His poor wife will sleep alone again
And it aint hard to understand
Why shes holding onto her own hand

Its midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea
No ones asking me for favours
No ones looking for a saviour
Theyre too busy ... saving me

Ive seen a lone sloane ranger drive
Seems her chauffeur took a dive
And sold her secrets to the Sun
And later in a magazine, I finally figured what it means
To be a saint, not a queen

Two lustful lovers catch a spark, chase their shadows in the dark
Someones getting off tonight
A big red bus thats packed so tight, disappears in a trail of light
Somewhere someones dreaming baby its alright....

Its midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea
No ones asking me for favours
No ones looking for a saviour
Theyre too busy saving me

Midnight in Chelsea
No ones pinned their dreams on me
No ones asking me to bleed
Im the man I want to be

When Chelsea girls sing
Sha la la la, sha la la la
Sha la la la, sha la la oh ...
Sha la la la, sha la la la
Sha la la la, sha la la oh ... oh ...

Its morning when I go to sleep
In the distant dawn a church bell rings
Another day is coming on
A babys born, an old man dies
Somewhere young lovers kiss goodbye
I leave my soul and just move on
And wish that I was there to sing this song

Its midnight in Chelsea, oh, midnight in Chelsea
No ones asking me for favours
No ones looking for a saviour
Theyre too busy saving me

Its midnight in Chelsea
No ones pinned their dreams on me
No ones asking me to bleed
Im the man I want to be
The man I want to be, the man I want to be
Midnight in Chelsea