23 Nights from 14SongsByFebruary by Nedberg

Twenty three nights in London, already regret a few
Early morning sore eyes, alone without a clue
Catch a train cause I’m leaving now - out of mind out of sight
If it was my decision you'd be on the same flight

One time in a hundred, a million chances to one
Of all the girls in London, baby you are second to none
Of all that I've met in my lifetime and all that I've missed when they're gone
You're the finest finest among them
Twenty three nights in London

Twenty three days in Paris, by the stairs of Le Sacre Ceur
Food and wine indulgence seems to be the only cure
You never cared much for roses, never even cared about shoes
You left me cold hearted, so what am I gonna do?

One time in a hundred, a million chances to one
Of all the girls in London, baby you are second to none
Of all that I've met in my lifetime and all that I've missed when they're gone
You're the finest finest among them
Twenty three nights in London

Twenty three thousand feet above, my visa is overdue
I could go back to London, still I would be missing you

One time in a hundred, a million chances to one
Of all the girls in London, baby you are second to none
Of all that I've met in my lifetime and all that I've missed when they're gone
You're the finest finest among them
Twenty three nights in London

Twenty three days
And twenty three nights

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