Ingvi Thor Kormaksson & JJ Soul
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There ain’t nothing back in London that can’t wait another year or two
You can take my seat and tell ‘em I ain’t coming back to you
Don’t forget to tell I was surely out on call
The last time you saw me at the mall
Don’t mention ‘bout my broken car and what you saw in shadowland
Don’t say flaky worn out shoes just tell ‘em I was doing grand
I had the best intentions, I got caught by the law
The last time you saw me at the mall
Now, boy, it’s all been such an irony
Losing all the fire in me
It’s my belief I started out too soon
But things are moving faster I can see my small disaster
Was a consequence of reaching too often for the moon
So I lay down at the alter of another man’s sweet daughter
And lost peripheral vision and became somewhat regarded
As an object of derision with my soul laid out on bail
The last time you saw me at the mall
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