I'm Sorry Boris

I figured out what can move me
 It's trains and hugs, planes and sushi
 And I'm sorry, but Boris, I'm leaving
 I'm not good for anyone here
 
 We reached the end of a decade
 
 Greenwich morphs to an arcade
 Suffolk turns into a highway
 Up to Hamlet's a tax break
 New Islington, a headache
 And Richmond's still shit
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 I can't believe that I'm leaving
 
 I can't believe that I'm leaving
 I don't think I want to leave you
 I don't think I want to leave you here alone
 
 But they'll knock down the pubs before helping you
 And burn down your towers before helping you
 They'll charge for your healthcare before helping you
 They'll make you jump under trains before helping you
 And even though I'm finished, I'm not quite done with it
 No matter how far I run south, I'm always there
 My lovers, my colleagues, my best friends and enemies
 I don't think I want to leave you