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Green grass to grey buildings Fresh air to small ceilings Road bikes now I squeeze in trains From open lakes to tight lanes That's life Fresh food to preservatives Fortress to box houses Acres to square meters Mozart to grime stars That's life I'm a stranger in London but I'm (even) stranger to the ones at home Yes I know I am shaped by my story but I write it on my own I am shaped by my story but I write it by myself I am shaped by my story but I write it on my own I am shaped by my story but I write it by myself From minus 10 to comfortable Good son to dare devil Road blocks to smooth trains Slow days to rat race That's life Bubble life to open minds Long days to long nights Schnitzel to world cuisine Many things I've never seen That's life I'm a stranger in London even stranger to the ones at home Yes I know I am shaped by my story but I write it on my own I am shaped by my story but I write it by myself I am shaped by my story but I write it on my own I am shaped by my story but I write it by myself London you shaped me I'll add to your shape Forget all the comforts I'm here to make change After all those sacrifices I make Swapping the days for the long nights ahead Learning to cook and to make my own bed Working all day so that I get ahead From 8 to 80 miles per hour instead Running like a race horse the finish line awaits I am shaped by my story but I write it on my own I am shaped by my story but I write it by myself I am shaped by my story but I write it on my own I am shaped by my story but I write it by myself
Writer(s): Leonhard Wimmer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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