[Verse 1]
We felt a chill from the breeze move in from the east
London pat its own back
Those with the means for the megaphone
Will always provide us the soundtrack
I started to diarise the coming of flies
When gloom is descending
So when it's back 'round again
I know it's a false start and not an ending
[Verse 2]
Some days I struggle to move
In elephant shoes, unwilling commuter
Anxiety in my chest, heart under duress
Taps out of sharpshooter
Preoccupied now for days by nostalgia waves
I hated the first time
A gambler's fallacy: the more I repeat
I won't be the punchline
[Pre-Chorus]
You on a lilo
Are an island of the Pacific
And then me, me, me, I am face down
In a puddle on the High Street
We felt a chill from the breeze move in from the east
London pat its own back
Those with the means for the megaphone
Will always provide us the soundtrack
I started to diarise the coming of flies
When gloom is descending
So when it's back 'round again
I know it's a false start and not an ending
[Verse 2]
Some days I struggle to move
In elephant shoes, unwilling commuter
Anxiety in my chest, heart under duress
Taps out of sharpshooter
Preoccupied now for days by nostalgia waves
I hated the first time
A gambler's fallacy: the more I repeat
I won't be the punchline
[Pre-Chorus]
You on a lilo
Are an island of the Pacific
And then me, me, me, I am face down
In a puddle on the High Street
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