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letra de target: london - misnomer

in the city that’s afraid to sleep
we used to run, but now we creep
when darkness falls, we’re scared to breathe
the number on my record sleeve
behind the scenes, though well-behaved
my world short-wave
left, left, right, brick wall and rest, depressed
i’m charismatic, self-confessed
you’re nice in a kind of tacky depressing way
for emotional-fatigue, you’re good for short stay
like yesterday’s dailies, tired and obsolete
relief of the comic kind, generic 4/4 beat
lip-service to the ranks of talent-less fame
like white paint on the wall, you reflect but never gain
whilst starving on the words you wish you never said:
lock, engage, london targeted
a fool in the box, over the river
kidneys, heart, intestines, liver
eat me whole or not at all
in the shadow of st paul
carbon copy uniform
no-one fits, but all conform
in the city that’s afraid to sleep, we used to run, but now we creep

- misnomer

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