2 nights in London.
Originally supposed to be one but it's a long story.
Basically you can't count on trains.
But you also can't complain about another night in the best city.
Thanks x 1,000,000,000 to Alexandra for letting me crash!
Originally supposed to be one but it's a long story.
Basically you can't count on trains.
But you also can't complain about another night in the best city.
Thanks x 1,000,000,000 to Alexandra for letting me crash!
The satellites I fight with you.
That local brew is spillin'.
Closing time.
One last call for alcohol.
So finish your whiskey, your beer.
At night they would go walking 'til the breaking of the day.
UFO [or floating lantern] in the Shoreditch sky.
The morning is for sleeping.
To a club that's pounding in the London rain.
The world could end, we won't hear it.
Singing la la la la la la eh.
And the night over London, hey.
xx
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