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This is GLondon, GthFe place where you're a Ggod or a GdiFsgrace
The whole wide Gworld at your GfeFet to see the Glook upon your GfaFce
And you Cwatch the BBGC and you think, "Well, Cwhat if that was Gme?"
Such a pCromising Glife to Cwaste. C
You Gtold me, "GJuFst be brave. Remember Gall the gifts you GgaFve.
And how you Gfelt like you were GsaFved,
Like you were Gsinging from beyond the GgrFave."
And you Csaid you'd wait forG me until the day CI could sing on Gkey
"There's just Csomething Gabout your Cface."
Then you'd Ccall, I could Gfeel your body Dfall down next to Cme,
And I Gwanted us to Dbe fast CasleepG, closer than Canything to Gme,
Like Cwe were Ghome Cagain... C
There was Gjust no way to GknFow what was Greal and what was GshFow
A future uGnfolding before my GeyFes, and a past that GI could not let GgoF
And how the Cfeeling is so Gdeep
when you're running Cdown the London Gstreets
Like there's Cnowhere Gleft to Cgo. C
Among the Gfaceless dizzy GwhFores, the uniGmaginable GboFres,
Evenings Gstumbling from the GpuFb, mornings Gshivering on the GflFoor
Then the Ccareless way you Gsay, "Yeah, we were just Cglad we got to Gplay."
When you're Cempty Gto the Ccore.
Then you'd Ccall, I could Gfeel your Dbody fall down next to Cme,
And I Gwanted us to Dbe fast Casleep,G closer than aCnything to Gme,
Like Cwe were Ghome Cagain. C
I'm so tired of the rain. G
This is GLondon, theG pFlace where you get Glost without a GtrFace
Among the Gbeautiful rGemFains of this Gshattered human GraFce
All the Cwords that go Gunsaid, all the Csacrifices of theG dead,
"We'll fall qCuietly into the Gpast or we'll just Cburn the streets Ginstead"
In the Cclamoring of the Gcrowd, you think, C"I'll just stay quiet, insteaGd."
All the Cfallen dGizzy angels cDrawling through the Cstreet,
The pGleas of people wDeary on their fCeet,
G And you're half a Cworld away fromG me,
As the Cclouds Gdrown the Clight.
I wonder where you are Gtonight.
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