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LONDON STILL (written by Donna Simpson)
I wonder if you can pick up
My accent on the phone
When I call across the country
When I call across the world
I see you in my kitchen
I can picture you now
As you toast to your small town
And you drink the happy hour
I
I
I
I took the tube over to Camden
To wander around
I bought some funky records
With that old motown sound
And I miss you like my left arm
That
Today I dream of home and not of London anymore
I
I
Yeah I
You know it
I
I think I
And got myself a lover now
If I ever come home and I, I think I will
I hope you
At my place on Sundays still
Oh yeah I hope you will
You know we got it sorted
We really got it down
To a fine art on Sunday
In our sleepy Sunday town
I wonder what I
I think of songs I
I
And I
I
I
I
Oh I
La la la la London still
I
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