Not as you are
Looking up towards the sky
A cigarette in motion
My almost best friend
Meet me after midnight
behind the woods
His father sent him away
sent him away...
Everything is enchanting
in a shiny black lacquer
London (on the brain)
and the air that breathes into my face
with the leaves and the trees
Think about sadness
and pace yourself
Send away your heart (4x)
This song happened to be stuck in my head last night and I finally tracked it down today on last.fm
I recall it from the Projekt compilation from 2002!
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