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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shuab Parvez
Shuab Parvez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Barter
Ian Barter
Producer

Lyrics

The Thames does flow inside my soul I'll fill it up with rusted gold A patriot cry, a wizened wire, I won't be slipped back into lies A wounded tree, an empty field, a meandering river and a seal A spike they pinned inside a weir, a turtle it swam out from under here Love is old this creature's cold What we must do is break the mold A faded cry, a distant sigh, I wrote a poem back in time I feel the streets, they talk to me Loaded up, I don't feel my feet The stems they grow, the river flows Destiny changes all we know Our memories fade, they dance away, into a celluloid decay Love is old this creature's cold What we must do is break the mold How far we came, I dived to our shame A brilliant mind, a wasted decline And love may be open, your flag may be broken Exposed all your feelings, my heart off the ceiling And the soul may order And the mind's disorder The hollowest feeling This city is gleaming
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