If you're leaving take me with you
If you're leaving take me with you,
to a place where the prosaic seems new.
Through the backstreets in the night
envisioning a place of majesty and light
to a place where travellers make invites
and leave before too long
through thick melodies that leave the head aching
and through London's smog.
If you're leaving take me with you
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