| Drinking coffee at the bus stop, buildings hanging over me,
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| Can’t see the skyline or the high life this is where it’s supposed to be,
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| I hate the feeling always reading about someone else’s success,
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| It’s hard to understand what’s underneath the lining of these suits,
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| We’re motivated by the same thing with a different point of view.
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| I close my eyes and count to three,
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| to get away from this old street to somewhere I would rather be.
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| I’m playing shows down in Delaware,
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| I’m at my best friend’s house.
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| I’m on a plane heading anywhere,
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| I’m on a beach down south,
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| Don’t know my way around this town,
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| Spent every penny every pound,
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| Now I’m London bound.
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| I miss the days of countryside and drinking cider in the park,
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| I miss the air and taxi fairs
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| I miss the prices of the bar,
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| I miss the weddings and the birthdays of the people I love the most.
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| I close my eyes and count to three,
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| to get away from this old street to somewhere I would rather be.
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| I’m playing shows down in Delaware,
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| I’m at my best friend’s house.
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| I’m on a plane heading anywhere,
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| I’m on a beach down south,
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| Don’t know my way around this town,
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| Spent every penny every pound,
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| Now I’m London bound.
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| Now I’m London bound.
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| Big smoke and my ideas and me,
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| Write my perspective from this seat,
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| I close my eyes and count to 1, 2, 3, 4.
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| I’m playing shows down in Delaware,
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| I’m at my best friend’s house.
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| I’m on a plane heading anywhere,
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| I’m on a beach down south,
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| Don’t know my way around this town,
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| Spent every penny every pound,
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| Now I’m London bound. |