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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365375" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Left Last Night for London</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leave your bed your sanctuary<br>Asylum from the nightmare<br>Leave your life, your sanity<br>Come smile come share a while</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I left last night for London though I don’t know the way<br>I’ll follow cars and follow far and hope I find my way<br>Chasing tarmac serpents snaking breaking on my way<br>I left last night for London; I hope I find my way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bowler hats and tailored suits, will I find them there? <br>Fashion students with pierced lips and red dye in their hair? <br>Umbrellas soaking wet and dogs all sick of barking<br>A sign in every place a go telling me that there’s no parking<br>I’ve lost myself upon the bridge, the tower bridge is folding<br>I find myself upon the verge with nothing I’m left holding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Double-decker phone box, will I find one there? <br>Surround by the punks and junk with wood glue in their hair? <br>Studded jackets, DM boots, will I see them there? <br>Stomping on the very ground that once was never there? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her majesty, the Queen of England, will I see her there? <br>On speakers corner ranting rants, I hope I find her there.<br>I want to hear her shouting down all the sh*t around her<br>Until she can see as we the free that all that sh*t has bound her<br>No freedom found in palace grounds, no life beyond the walls<br>As marks of weakness, marks of woe come round to do the calls.<br>We’ll skin her pups and wear them in our revolutions rising<br>No crown for we, for we the free, we see the crown is dying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m sure she’s sweet and has royal feet but that don’t cut my bacon<br>We need the walls a crumbling down and all foundations shaken.<br>It’s getting messy living here in England’s green for sure, <br>And popping pills in Satanic mills surely is no cure.<br>Still we the young the hopeful keep finding our own way<br>Living every second and dying every day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I left last night for home, I hope I find my way.<br>I’m sick of running sideways, sideways every day<br>I’m leaving now, I’m going home, don’t stop me on my way.<br>I left last night, I’m going home, please help me on my way</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still playing guitar in many a bar trying to earn a pay<br>Living life nocturnal and dying every day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lacey">David Lacey</a><div class=q>
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Leave your life, your sanity
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I left last night for London though I don’t know the way
I’ll follow cars and follow far and hope I find my way
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