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I see you standing there |
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With your dark hair falling around |
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Holding up my pretenses |
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I feel defenses fall down |
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E Everyone can see |
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The crumbling in me |
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Last time I walked these streets |
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The air was all cold |
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I had holes in my shoes |
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And an obligation to a role/roll |
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To colour in London |
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Let it take it's toll. |
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You give joy with the dances |
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And your knowing glances are mine |
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You give a hold on attention |
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And a full-blown suspension of time |
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Everyone could know |
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I just stumbled into this show |
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Now my ears are ringin |
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As you're hanging up the phone |
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And all the lines have been singin |
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With the way you make 'em your own |
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I'm flying into London |
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You made it feel like home. |
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Now we're done with working |
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And there's no-one lurking around |
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In our world I don't mind |
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Just how slowly time is unwound |
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Everyone else is outside |
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And I couldn't care less for the reasons why |
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Now there's kaleidoscopes |
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In the leaves falling in an empty lot |
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I'm flying on my feet |
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And the target don't judge the shot |
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Girl you gave me London |
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I'll give you all I've got |
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You gave me London... |
