5 juillet 2007
London, I miss you.
I didn't know how explain my sadness. So, I've written a song.
I'm not sure that I can speak now about it. Maybe soon, maybe not.
I'm too lost currently.
I'm still standing at the door, looking at these goons, walking on the floor. I'm still looking at these goons — and I want to leave, walking on the moon !
My ass is in France, when my heart is in London. And when my ass is in London, my heart... too !
I'm still wondering — when I come back home. I hate all in this country — London, I miss you !
I'm still crying in my bed — that what nobody can understand. I don't know why I'm not stayed. Here, all is grey.
I'm still wondering — when I come back home. I hate all in this country — London, I miss you !
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