The city that lies about not sleeping
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It reels you in and eats you whole
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The pit of carkoon with buildings
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Our demise will be painful and slow
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Here's not looking at you, kid
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We're too stressed out
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Here's not looking at you, kid
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London life results in a poisoned mind
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Lingering, cancerous death of the soul
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I will throw myself into the water
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Consider it euthanasia
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Here's not looking at you, kid
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We're all washed out
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Here's not looking at you
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Look, Ma!
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Your son has failed
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He's throwing himself
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From the top of the world
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Sat shaking in a stinking flat
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With my life on hold and my head in my hands
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Thinking, how will I fulfill my dream
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If no-one ever snaps out of this waking sleep?
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And I fooled myself into thinking I could be something if I
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left my happy home
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And now I spend all my days puking
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And la-la-la-la-la-la
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London loves no-one
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Sha-la-la-la-la-la
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London doesn't feel a thing
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Look, Ma! Top Of The World!
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| Miss Black America |
