It was the year that you were living in London
I just couldn't get my head out the clouds
We were talking about loving or leaving or something
After I wrote this song you took the first airliner out
My little angel didn't want to be trapped in a townhouse
But those subway bathrooms always made you blush
Just look out your window, the pub is right across from Roundhouse
I hope you scream my name in your alcoholic rush
CHORUS: One more year, one more year
These narrow streets can be so claustrophobic
And the moon tends to suffocate a soul at night
You'll have to learn to live life anaerobic
No one's gonna breathe white noise into you by daylight
So tell them all about your aesthetic, all about your goals
In your designer skin and sponsored red blood cells
Regurgitate the info before we all become too old
But no one gives a fuck about what you're here to sell
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