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Fashionably late on a Saturday night
You text me
I should probably check in for my flight
Don't know my way round this city
Especially in the low light
Don't know what it is about you
On my mind since the springtime

You're sat on the bridge
Now I'm unfashionably late
On the phone to your friend
I guess I'll have to wait
Someone said something bout Rome
Not being built in a day
But London's moving so fast
I'm caught in the rat race

I liked you better before you were a ghost
Said I'll see you later
Then disappeared in a cloud of smoke
That when you know you know feeling
But suddenly its fleeting
The rugs pulled from under your feet
Had 15 minutes of fame
Inside my brain
Guess you weren't who I thought that you'd be

I can't put my finger on it still
So I turn inwards found something I tried to fill
Painted a picture thought that I had it erased
But in the kitchen last time round
You could see it in my face
I liked you better before you were a ghost
Said I'll see you later
Then disappeared in a cloud of smoke
That when you know you know feeling
But suddenly its fleeting
The rugs pulled from under your feet
Had 15 minutes of fame
Inside my brain
Guess you weren't who I thought that you'd be

You still haunt me
In the city in the low light
You still haunt me
In the city in the low light
You still haunt me

Fashionably late on a Saturday night one week later in my head
I'm wondering if you're alright

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