Now as he sits in the back of the grey caravan Tomorrow he will probably be jumping parisian metro barriers With a bottle in his hands Sparkling, Sparkling water mixed with peaches and rum Honestly I don't drink but if I did this would be my favourite punch He said Walked out the door with her he could see everyone Dressed in black a class that seemed too far too fetched
She said look at you, look at you, the game is over Your cup is full, your cup is full, stop praying for more exposure
It is obvious that you're trying, dubious stop or you will die here You are pretending but no one is buying
London London London is calling you What are you waiting for, what you searching for? London London London is all in you Why are you denying the truth I might I might I might be boring you He said Although its not clear as the morning due Though my prefered ways are not happening I won't underestimate who I am capable of becoming
"History will be made today" is written boldly on his face So clear you could hardly miss it, you could hardly miss it For transcending the barriers of yesterday was and is the dream On a road where Cleopatras comes and goes like fishes caught in ponds Then thrown back for fun
She said look at you look at you, just pick a fleet Your cup is full, your cup is full what have you not yet achieved It is obvious that you are trying, dubious stop or you will die here You are pretending but no one is buying
London London London is calling you What are you waiting for, what you searching for? London London London is all in you Why are you denying the truth I might I might I might be boring you He said Although it's not clear as the morning due Though my prefered ways are not happening I won't underestimate who I am capable of becoming
Compositor: Benjamin Eric BreakspeareEditores: Ekler O Shock Publishing (SACEM), Warner Chappell Music France Sa (SACEM)Administração: Warner Chappell Music France Sa (SACEM)Publicado em 2014ECAD verificado obra #7829314 e fonograma #12237792 em 21/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM