How mystical it must be to endure the undecided weather
Constantly unsure of oneself
The typically masquerading clouds enjoy the mockery in ever
Constantly unsure of oneself
London sounds beckoning me
Having fun in the English rain
Where the sun smiles with teeth
La la la la, singing a song
And it'll never refrain
Where the sun hides in summer days
And shines when it leaves
How fidgetal the people stay, the sky sways the minds of those under it
Constantly, the persuasion
And hypocritical parents speak of their reminded older days, buttered bread
Constantly, the youth is misread and amazing
London sounds beckoning me
Having fun in the English rain
Where the sun smiles with teeth
La la la la, singing a song
And it'll never refrain
Where the sun hides again
London's about to lull me to sleep
Bound stuck in the English rain
And the drunks occupy streets
La la la la, la la la la
And history is always made
Where the sun hides away
And is beckoning me
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la
London sounds beckoning me
Having fun in the English rain
Where the sun smiles with teeth
La la la la, singing a song
And it'll never refrain
Where the sun hides again
London's about to lull me to sleep
Bound stuck in the English rain
And the drunks occupy streets
La la la la, la la la la
And history is always made
Where the sun hides away
And is beckoning me
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la
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Songs I Write | IV
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 16 years old, England.
