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Now as he sits on the back of this grey caravan

Tomorrow he will probably be

Jumping Parisian metro barriers with

A bottle in his hands

Sparkling, sparkling water mixed with

Peaches and rhum

Honestly I don’t drink but if I did this will

Be my favorite punch, he said

Walk out the door with her

And he could see everyone

Dressed in black a class

That seems too far too fetched

She said, “Look at you, look at you, the game is over

The cup is full, your cup is full, stop praying for more exposure”

“It is obvious that you are trying

Dubious stop or you will die here

You’re pretending but no one is buying”

London, London, London is calling you, what are you waiting for

What you searching for?

London, London, London is all in you, why are you denying the truth?

“I might, I might, I might be boring you” he said

“Although it’s not clear as the morning due

When my preferred ways are not happening

I won’t underestimate whom I am capable of becoming”

History will be made to day is written

Boldly on his face

So clear you could hardly miss it

You could hardly miss it

For transcending the barriers of

Yesterday was and is the dream

On a road where Cleopatra comes and goes

Like fishes caught in ponds then thrown back for fun

She said, “look at you, look at you, just pick a fleet

Your cup is full, your cup is full, what have you not yet achieved?”

“It is obvious that you are trying

Dubious stop or you will die here

You’re pretending but no one is buying”

London, London, London is calling you, what are you waiting for

What you searching for?

London, London, London is all in you, why are you in denial of the truth?

“I might, I might, I might be boring you”, he said

“Although it’s not clear as the morning due

When my preferred ways are not happening

I won’t underestimate who I am capable of becoming”