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Nothing good can come from leaving
Everything once cast off I'm retrieving
Just to find I'm a born retriever
Golden to the core, silver pulleys and levers
Sore Barn Burners, don't judge us
I'd sooner just leave the crust
The (painted?) pig wants to count our bless-yous
Could you count them and clean them, honey
Save yourself, strut your stuff
Cut the color commentary, trust your stats, man
Fishing for compliments and this is what I catch
Fuck, I'm never setting foot there again, no
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing good can come from leaving London)
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing good can come from leaving London)
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing good can come from leaving London)
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing good can come from leaving London)
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing)
Undone