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I just can't stomach it Post-Northern, voyeuristic There are seven items hidden in my glove compartment Once a liar, always headed to a lordship title None the wiser, I'm just trying to ignore it, sunshine And yeah, somewhere, yeah, just somewhere in the Northern Quarter I picture piles of money falling from the sky Oh, I'm the prince that's in your emails Take action quickly please No credit card required And I am not your baby Don't wanna be a popstar now Maybe I'll think about it later Maybe I'll think about it la- These cities are so strange, these people are so wild (Flat-share well furnished for apartments in North London) And if you think I'm fake, then you're probably right (Prende fuego tú dinero para verme, verme) So as these car parks get demolished into car parks Well, let's think of all the places we could park when we were younger People don't do drugs anymore We sit around praying for money in oncoming traffic We don't, we don't, we don't do anything drastic There are people that live here "Buildings without feeling, identical and soulless" "It's just a laugh," no You've been using that word wrong the whole time And we didn't even tell you 'Cause I am not your baby I don't wanna be a pop star now Maybe I'll think about it later Maybe I'll think about it later These cities are so strange, these people are so wild (Flat-share well furnished for apartments in North London) And if you think I'm fake, then you're probably right (Prende fuego tú dinero para verme, verme) These cities are so strange, these people are so wild (Flat-share well furnished for apartments in North London) And if you think I'm fake, then you're probably right (Prende fuego tú dinero para verme, verme)
Writer(s): Sean Thomas, Kieran Shudall, Sean Murphy-o'neill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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