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Scarlet boots, the kiss of
and the end of it
Blended angels, love
Countdown 'til it's gone for

voices, haunting slow
Darkened nooks with bright
Georgian femmes are for weeks
Southern in London sing

I'm staring down the Eppley
Two more days before the plane
And you'll be standing here your smile
Carving up the lobby seats, pushing the caffeine drinks
Checking the arrival screens for

I'm a feet above the landing
a girl gliding down
She's toward me now
Her sleeves are all out
And the jet is behind, wake up

London skids a grinding
Last night to spend apart
Your bags are packed but now for
of the tour unfold

Your booking agents, broken
Butting heads creeping dolts
Georgian femmes are gone for
belles in London sing
Southern belles in sing