going back to London
trapped on a bus with all the smells
of the lonely hearts
and the daffodils we dared to pick

going back to London
the green and rolling hills we leave
and the villages
are a blur in our eyes as we drive

drive back to London


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this was supposed to turn out a song, but I only got these two teeny little verses and no chorus ... most definitely written on Nigel's bus on the trip from Scotland to England
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07/07/2002

Posted on 07/07/2002
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