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Jul 2016
I'm moving to London Town
To find myself
With 8.6 million people around
Hectic calm surrounds me
Reminded I have nothing to fear
With strangers standing by my side
Conversations in my head disappear

I used to dream of being alone
No soul to interrupt my solitude
Allowing my thoughts and mind to roam
Through the lands of sour regret
Imagining I'm better off self abused
Than to chance a casual thought of you

And yet here I am in London Town
With 8.6 million people around
And still, not a sound
Written by
GM
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   Eno
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