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Fairwell to My City
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Frank Turner
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[Verse (spoken)] So here it is, the ending: The one that neither of us ever thought was coming The black letter day when we’re finally, irrevocably done And I am really, actually leaving the place that I used to call home 7,300 days, give or take Of swearing blind that I'd never leave, that I’d always stay But strange as it sounds, when the change came around I realised that there were plеnty of vows I made as a kid that I’d broken But that kid got lost somewhеre around Camden So I took a walk the other day from Soho up to Alexandra Park From the student halls where I started Past a thousand bars I haunted, broken-hearted, after dark Past the bus stop outside Warren Street Where in my headphones I first heard that heavy new beat That would whisk me up to Kentish Town Where me and the Deads laid down our first words, our first skittish sounds But I started to feel a little bit trapped, a little bit hemmed in Walking up over the hill, heading northeast from Camden Up towards Holloway, and the magic flat where me and Dave Kept plugging at the white aways until we’d been up for however many days And the FOMO that started out in Soho just ended up with little to show Except old ghosts and new lows And then I started to relax and to breathe a little easier As my path turned north towards Hornsey, past the back of Nambucca And all the morning returns from Tour, and all the street corners where I used to score Got overshadowed by the Hogs Back and a certain special someone And the whispered possibility of more And as I crested the hill and looked down upon Crouch End Alexandra Palace on the next rise, arms open like an old friend I realised that this part of my journey was coming to a close And how our lives will be after, nobody knows I guess I got older, that’s just how it goes And I know it sounds weak but I’ll still see you at shows [Bridge] I got tired of London, not tired of life I’m so sorry, my darling, to leave you behind We had a hell of a run there, I must go down to the sea While you’re always changing, it wasn’t you, it was me [Outro] Farewell to my city I’m just one more of your ghosts I’ll still see you at shows London, you can keep my bones So it goes, so it goes I’m just one more of your ghosts I’ll still see you at shows London, you can keep my bones So it goes, so it goes So it goes, so it goes
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