London

	  		
Intro: Fm D# (2x) 
 

verse 1 
             Fm                       D# 
Now I sit on the back of this grey caravan 
    D#                         Fm 
Tomorrow he will probably be jumping Parisian metro barriers 
    D# 
With a bottle in his hand 
    Fm                                             D# 
Sparkling, Sparkling water mixed with peaches and rum 
    D#                  Fm                          D# 
Honestly i don't drink but if I did this will be my favourite punch 
    Fm     D#    Fm     D# 
He said, mm, mm  
    Fm                                   D# 
Walk out the door with her he could see everyone 
    Fm                                 D# 
Dressed in black a class that seem far too fetched 

Bridge 
                 Fm                             D# 
She said look at you, look at you, the game is over 
             Fm                                              D# 
Your cup is full, your cup is full, stop praying for more exposure 

         C#            G#               C#             G# 
It is obvious you are trying, but its dubious stop or you will die here 
        Bbm        G#         Gm 
You are pretending but no one is buying 

  Fm                       C# 
London London London is calling you 
  Fm                                D# 
What are you waiting for, what you searching for? 
  Fm                     C# 
London London London is all in you 
  Fm                      D# 
Why are you denying the truth 
  Fm                        C# 
I might I might I might be boring you, he said 
  Fm                           D# 
Although its not clear as the morning due 
  Fm                G#                Gm 
Though my ways are not happening i won't underestimate 
  Fm      Bbm               C 
Who I am capable of becoming 


verse 2 
   Fm                                                D# 
History will be made today is written boldly on his face 
   Fm                                     D# 
So clear you can hardly miss it, you can hardly miss it 
                   Fm                                  D# 
For transcending the barries of yesterday was and is the dream 
                  Fm                                           D# 
On a road where Cleopatras comes and go like fishes caught in ponds 
           Fm              D#             Fm                  D# 
Then thrown back for fun, mm 


Bridge 
                 Fm                             D# 
She said look at you, look at you, the game is over 
             Fm                                              D# 
Your cup is full, your cup is full, stop praying for more exposure 

         C#            G#               C#             G# 
It is obvious you are trying, but its dubious stop or you will die here 
        Bbm        G#         Gm 
You are pretending but no one is buying 


  Fm                       C# 
London London London is calling you 
  Fm                                D# 
What are you waiting for, what you searching for? 
  Fm                     C# 
London London London is all in you 
  Fm                      D# 
Why are you denying the truth 
  Fm                        C# 
I might I might I might be boring you, he said 
  Fm                           D# 
Although its not clear as the morning due 
  Fm                G#                Gm 
Though my ways are not happening i won't underestimate 
  Fm      Bbm               C 
Who I am capable of becoming