Текст песни Benjamin Clementine - London

Текст:

LONDON Now as he sits in the back of the grey caravan, Tomorrow he'll probably be Jumping parisian metro barriers With a bottle in his hands. Sparkling, sparkling water Mixed with peaches and rum. "Honestly I don't drink but if I did, This would be my favourite punch," he said. Walk out the door with her 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 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 dew, Though my preferred ways are not happening, I won't underestimate who I am capable of becoming." 'History will be made today' 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 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 dew, Though my preferred ways are not happening, I won't underestimate who I am capable of becoming."

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