Living In London Lyrics

Taxis, noises, lights, people running
Nobody knows the songs
Nobody wants to know

It's too nice to be real
Sometimes it happens
Nice to be real
It never happens

She likes to be
The new inspiration
Travelling with a passenger
Everything's complicated
Living in London

Too nice to be real
Sometimes it happens
Nice to be real
It never happens

Wine, to celebrate
Our forty second day
So we smiled every night
And we went to our beds being happy,
To celebrate our forty second day
so we smiled every night after all...

Drug me a thousand years later
I've had enough time to think about it
I used to feel sensations
But I miss myself

It's too nice to be real
Sometimes it happens
Nice to be real
It never happens

Wine, to celebrate
Our forty second day
So we smiled every night
And we went to our beds being happy,
To celebrate our forty second day
And we smiled every night after all...


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