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[ti:London] |
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[ar:Ben Howard] |
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[al:These Water Up] |
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Oh, how I wish I could drag you down here, |
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Pull these feet far from the ground |
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Cause this, this city ain't no friend of mine |
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Ain't no friend. |
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All I can do |
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When the tracks stop at the final destination |
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Is just push on through, |
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The weariness and silences of such a crowded situation here. |
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All I can do |
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When every brick, every bar, every elegance I see, I see her face, |
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Is just push on, just push on through, |
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These embers of memories that float from the fire, from the fire of this place. |
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So don't give up on me now, |
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Oh these legs that'll walk me home. |
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Because it's only concrete and cars, |
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It's only sirens and missing stars, |
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It's only whiskey and disregard |
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In the smallest hours here, when I feel alone. |
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All I can do |
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When these lights, they haunt me like orchids in a graveyard, |
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Is just just push on, just push on through |
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These faces of dust and stone, |
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The dirt and bone of loss. |
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So don't give up on me now, |
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Oh these legs that'll walk me home. |
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Because it's only concrete and cars, |
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It's only sirens and missing stars, |
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It's only whiskey and disregard |
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In the smallest hours here, when I feel alone. |
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And I hope, Paris is as beautiful as I've been told |
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And that everything you do is galvanized in gold. |
