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One, two, three, four London Something Kick me out, never know what I'm doing wrong She's been asking me to help her but I kinda think I won't Bleached hair, cardigan sweater burden carried on my back She yells and I think whatever, I couldn't listen what she said Burn the house down, smoke a blunt and hit the town Take a subway, speakers blast, the world's too loud Feeling pretty, not a queen, I sold my crown The only thing that rhymes on that would be a noun But it's whatever, it's the same, my sos But it's whatever 'cause you stabbed me in the back You're not with me but I still fell for your trap I couldn't ever go to London 'Cause all you said a fucking lie It ain't pretty but it's something Black to blue, I smile I couldn't ever go to London 'Cause all you said a fucking lie It ain't pretty but it's something Black to blue, I smile Couldn't tell you what I still adore Leave me be, I won't show you the door Cross the bridge, I fall into the light No, you'll never tell if I'm alright Back to the corner store I'm feeling pretty fucking useless and hella bored I don't wanna speak no I won't talk no more I'm feeling like a wizard but you're a magic whore But it's whatever, it's the same, my sos But it's whatever 'cause you stabbed me in the back You're not with me but I still fell for your trap I couldn't ever go to London 'Cause all you said a fucking lie It ain't pretty but it's something Black to blue, I smile I couldn't ever go to London 'Cause all you said a fucking lie It ain't pretty but it's something Black to blue, I smile London London
Writer(s): Henri Schamann Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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