Wednesday 25 January 2012

Hampstead Heath

Sirens, pushers, Camden fucking town
Punks and drunks and that silly greek cunt
Ugly crowds and its too fucking loud
At least its quite round on Hampstead Heath

This is my bench, is he gonna fucking move?
London looks pretty from up here, nice view 
Staring at our old apartment I never see you
Its lonely up here on Hampstead Heath

The wind whistles through the naked trees
Sometimes it speaks to me, I can hear you say "I love you"
I want to cry, my tears are frozen
Its cold out here on Hampstead Heath






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