~•~
I figured out what can move me
It's trains and hugs, planes and sushi
And I'm sorry
But, Boris
I'm leaving
I'm not good for anyone here
~•~
We reached the end of a decade
Greenwich morphs into an arcade
Southwark turns into a highway
Up to hamlets, a tax break
Newham, Islington a headache
And Richmond's still shit
~•~
I can't believe that I'm leaving
I can't believe that I'm leaving
I don't think I want to leave you
I don't think I want to leave you
Here alone
~•~
But they'll knock down the pubs before helping you
They'll burn down your towers before helping you
They'll charge for your healthcare before helping you
They'll let you jump under trains before helping you
~•~
And even though I'm finished
I'm not quite done with it
No matter how far I run south I'm always there
My lovers, my colleagues
My best friends and enemies
I don't think I want to leave you
~•~
YOU ARE READING
your city gave me asthma
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