Thursday, February 11, 2016

This summer

This summer underground
I sweat a man drown
There is a panic on the ground
London Bridge is falling down

Temperature 92
Is baking in the vocal booth
All tourists in June
So you can not move
Today, people are getting rich
They've got to pay
There's a lot of places you can go to
We should be rocking in the studio

I do not feel like working, I feel like getting away
Do not feel like driving today, I feel like getting away

Dalston is a wicked place.
On weekends it gets off its face
And everybody calls you mate
But they really want to know?
Drink machine is running
And do not use that ticket touts
All women who show
We should be rocking in the studio

I do not feel like working, I feel like getting away
Do not feel like driving today, I feel like getting away

Thinking on my feet for a week does not care
And I can not get any sleep for the shares
You're taking me? Get out of the way
We are free to walk and good manners left
You do not need to pay
Know you can not only see everything in one day,
Yes, I'm talking to you! Me? Yes, I know.

Back here on earth under
Back here on earth under
Back here on earth under
Back here on earth under

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