| Now as he sits on the back of this grey caravan
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| Tomorrow he will probably be
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| Jumping Parisian metro barriers with
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| A bottle in his hands
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| Sparkling, sparkling water mixed with
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| Peaches and rum
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| Honestly I don’t drink but if I did this will
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| Be my favorite punch, he said
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| Walk out the door with her
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| And he could see everyone
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| Dressed in black a class
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| That seems too far too fetched
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| She said, «Look at you, look at you, the game is over
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| The cup is full, your cup is full, stop praying for more exposure»
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| «It is obvious that you are trying
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| Dubious stop or you will die here
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| You’re pretending but no one is buying»
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| London, London, London is calling you, what are you waiting for
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| What you searching for?
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| London, London, London is all in you, why are you denying the truth?
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| «I might, I might, I might be boring you» he said
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| «Although it’s not clear as the morning dew
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| When my preferred ways are not happening
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| I won’t underestimate whom I am capable of becoming»
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| History will be made today is written
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| Boldly on his face
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| So clear you could hardly miss it
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| You could hardly miss it
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| For transcending the barriers of
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| Yesterday was and is the dream
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| On a road where Cleopatra comes and goes
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| Like fishes caught in ponds then thrown back for fun
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| She said, «look at you, look at you, just pick a fleet
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| Your cup is full, your cup is full, what have you not yet achieved?»
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| «It is obvious that you are trying
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| Dubious stop or you will die here
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| You’re pretending but no one is buying»
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| London, London, London is calling you, what are you waiting for
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| What you searching for?
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| London, London, London is all in you, why are you in denial of the truth?
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| «I might, I might, I might be boring you», he said
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| «Although it’s not clear as the morning due
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| When my preferred ways are not happening
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| I won’t underestimate who I am capable of becoming» |