| 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
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| 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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| But still this city doesn’t know my stories or my dreams or my first name
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| Someday I’ll have to say goodbye
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| To the city that showed me and woke me and broke me
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| Someday I’ll have to say goodbye to London
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| Yeah, 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 Margaret Lane and Eve’s Market Cafe
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| I found myself 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 paths like bullet wounds in the blanket of electric lights
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| The city is a living creature all on its own
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| And we all push like blood through its veins so close together, so alone
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| Someday I’ll 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’ll have to say goodbye to London
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| Someday I’ll 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’ll have to say goodbye to London
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| Yeah, London |