In golden times and stolen days
The light of the sun shows the error of my ways.
The voice of reason comes from you?
Guiding me along as I mess up through.
Seeing you standing in the muddy sun
Smiling and laughing and having fun.
Cool with the sitch
As I’d been the bitch
Chatting to everyone
As I felt an itch.
Fate or fortune or all things bright?
Sharing the train back to London Light.
The hardest I cried was thinking of you
At the pain I’d caused to make you feel blue.
Things wont be the same
But I’m going to Spain
& sharing friends amongst us
Will be lovely again.
Sorry and sorry and sorry times two
Lykki Li I’ll always love you
xx
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