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Lirieke: Third Eye Blind. Third Eye Blind. London.

The satellites I fight with you
That local brew is spillin'
I know just how you spend your time
I wanna get my hands on him
Somebody's party in a London flat
You're where it's at and I know
You want to see me loose my mind

I'm tired of chasin' after you
The residue is jealous, see me on the dark side of your mind
I wanna get my hands on him
To a club that's poundin' in the London rain
The world could end we won't hear it
I know just what's on your mind
I see the way your face has changed
We're no good for each other
You tricked me into comin' here, so let go

I don't wanna go to London
I told you I don't care
I don't wanna go to London
To live there
I don't wanna go to London
All your friends afflicted
I don't wanna go to London
She's addicted

I saw you with, I know where you've been
That nose is broken wide open
Your way has got me out of line
I want to get my hands on him
You're so sick just to make me prove
It takes a fight to move you, I know just what's on your mind
It's been this way a thousand years
We torture each other
So why the hell d'you call me here, when you know?

I don't wanna go to London
I told you I don't care
I don't wanna go to London
Live there
I don't wanna go to London
All your friends afflicted
I don't wanna go to London
She's addicted

I don't wanna go to London
I told you I don't care
I don't wanna go to London
'Cause you're not there
(Don't wanna go to London)
Even when I see you somewhere else in London
(Don't wanna go to London)