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I'm flying over london on a cold november night |
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The river snakes across the vast ocean of electric lights |
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Fast and weightless like this marvel in the sky |
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The young and restless skateboard in the dark beneath the closing london eye |
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I'm flying over london looking down at busy streets |
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I scout to find a few familiar places looking up at me |
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Seven years since I first stepped off of this plane |
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And still this city doesn't know my stories my dreams or my first name |
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Someday I have to say goodbuy |
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Ti the city that showed me awoke me and broke me |
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Someday I have to say goodbuy to london |
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London |
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I press against the window, my forehead cold and numb |
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As I search through blurry memories to trace the woman I've become |
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Between st.mark, brick lane and eve's market cafe |
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I found my self in pieces, took what I could carry and I threw the rest away |
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I'm flying over london on a cold november night |
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Unlit parks like bullet wounds in the blanket of electric light |
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The city is a living creature all on it's own |
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And we all push like blood through it's veins |
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So close together, so alone |
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Someday I have to say goodbye |
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To the city that thrilled me and built me and killed me |
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Someday I have to say goodbye |
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To london |
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Someday I have to say goodbye |
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To the city that moved me and soothed me confused me |
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Someday I have to say goodbuy |
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To london |
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London |
