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September, the end of the summer France arrived by train The others by plane In February, always a dreamer I didn't want to Leave this life to do Just after an hour, Londoner Once a Londoner Still a Londoner My suitcase and bags brought in the street True sport for the feet Nice tube, you're a hit Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Circus Bond Street Marble Arch Lancaster Queensway At Notting Hill Gate, I come back home Study or do some Stuff, friends are welcome I believe I fall in love with you Sky isn't blue Don't care, we're two I believe I fall in love with you Sky isn't red You're in my head Wearing my unpressed shirts hair cut In tatoo shop but In the basement Rout Decked like that, I wish I was english Every time stylish Can't be dowdyish No need conventions to be on it To call, first names fit To teachers, that's it I believe I fall in love with you Sky isn't blue Don't care, we're two I believe I fall in love with you Sky isn't red You're in my head But when the bell rings, the beers obey You've nothing to say Fingers count and pay A pleasure to swap croissants for peas Bread for sausages But no mad cow, please It was so cool, grey was beautiful Smog made me joyful And kept me youthful I believe I fall in love with you Sky isn't blue Don't care, we're two I believe I fall in love with you Sky isn't red You're in my head