Fairwell to My City Frank Turner

[Verse (spoken)]
So here it is, the ending:
The one that neither of us ever thought was coming
The black letter day when we’re finally, irrevocably done
And I am really, actually leaving the place that I used to call home

7,300 days, give or take
Of swearing blind that I'd never leave, that I’d always stay
But strange as it sounds, when the change came around
I realised that there were plеnty of vows
I made as a kid that I’d broken
But that kid got lost somewhеre around Camden

So I took a walk the other day from Soho up to Alexandra Park
From the student halls where I started
Past a thousand bars I haunted, broken-hearted, after dark
Past the bus stop outside Warren Street
Where in my headphones I first heard that heavy new beat
That would whisk me up to Kentish Town
Where me and the Deads laid down our first words, our first skittish sounds

But I started to feel a little bit trapped, a little bit hemmed in
Walking up over the hill, heading northeast from Camden
Up towards Holloway, and the magic flat where me and Dave
Kept plugging at the white aways until we’d been up for however many days
And the FOMO that started out in Soho just ended up with little to show
Except old ghosts and new lows