London
Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion
But I think I might really move to London in August
Get away from all this
Maybe while I'm gone well you'll move on and
Finally fall in love with somebody else and that's okay
Wasn't meant to be anyway
Queen of giving you too much credit
Never quite knew it until I let it go
Gonna find a lover with a royal accent
Damn he's such a gentleman, love the way he says "darling"
Never been someone's darling
Gonna take a train to a French café
Won't know what they're saying
But I'll be sipping on champagne
Can't be lonely with champagne
I don't know what I'm chasing
Don't think I'm running away
I'm following an impulse
I'll be okay (I'll be okay)
Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion
But I think I might really move to London in August
Get away from all this
Maybe when I'm gone well you'll regret it
Best you coulda had you'll wish you fought for me harder
I'll only get farther
Maybe you'll be haunted from a distance
Hear my voice echo over the ocean
Don't give a damn
Whether you miss me now
(Oooooh)
I've been down the road, you don't even call
Got so comfortable you don't even know me at all
You don't even know me at all
Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion
But I think I might really move to London in August
Get away from all this
But I think I might really move to London in August
Get away from all this
Maybe while I'm gone well you'll move on and
Finally fall in love with somebody else and that's okay
Wasn't meant to be anyway
Queen of giving you too much credit
Never quite knew it until I let it go
Gonna find a lover with a royal accent
Damn he's such a gentleman, love the way he says "darling"
Never been someone's darling
Gonna take a train to a French café
Won't know what they're saying
But I'll be sipping on champagne
Can't be lonely with champagne
I don't know what I'm chasing
Don't think I'm running away
I'm following an impulse
I'll be okay (I'll be okay)
Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion
But I think I might really move to London in August
Get away from all this
Maybe when I'm gone well you'll regret it
Best you coulda had you'll wish you fought for me harder
I'll only get farther
Maybe you'll be haunted from a distance
Hear my voice echo over the ocean
Don't give a damn
Whether you miss me now
(Oooooh)
I've been down the road, you don't even call
Got so comfortable you don't even know me at all
You don't even know me at all
Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion
But I think I might really move to London in August
Get away from all this
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Brothers, Scott Andrew Effman, Emily Anne Dieffenbach
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