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london calling
(the brit-pop mood)

When I realize my ill
The latest crush of a few
My little shadows fallin´apart
How can you possibly start?

Grown-up kid and a goonie desire
How many words can I hire?
Typing the face that I cannot embrace
Time to step off my chase

Somebody ask why
Why do you dive
Do you dive
Do you dive, my heart?

Could a smile take over in a Monday morning?
And creeps obey some chaotic disorder?
Wishing well my eyes
Laughing ever after, somehow better

Somebody ask why
Why do you climb
Do you climb
Do you climb, my sweet-heart?