1989 Lyrics

Song	1989
Artist	The Rakes
Album	Colin Mcrae: Dirt 2 (Unofficial Soundtrack)
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	Spent the night in three drinks time
	Where the bars were full it was summertime
	Punks were hangin out in the park
	While someone practised electric guitar
	We drank some homemade wine
	Now my heads not straight
	So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate
	Half expecting to catch a sight
	Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night
	La la la la la laaaaa
	Feel the sea like the blood is shed
	As the dawn rubs up against our aching head
	Girls light up pull there hoods up tight
	Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night
	Well I spent the night in three drinks time
	Bars were full there was no closing time
	Punks comparing tattoos and their scars
	Now everyone’s waiting for the band to start
	La la la la la laaaaaa
	(its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from)
	Woohoo woohoo woohoo
	Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway
	Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes
	Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle
	By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle
	Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church
	Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds
	The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream
	And see what such grand stories
	He’s in the right to the left wing
	He tries so hard
	But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard
	The singers blood runs cold like the spree
	But not this girl not when she was 19
	It was 1989
	Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from

	Spent the night in three drinks time
	Where the bars were full it was summertime
	Punks were hangin out in the park
	While someone practised electric guitar
	We drank some homemade wine
	Now my heads not straight
	So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate
	Half expecting to catch a sight
	Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night
	La la la la la laaaaa
	Feel the sea like the blood is shed
	As the dawn rubs up against our aching head
	Girls light up pull there hoods up tight
	Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night
	Well I spent the night in three drinks time
	Bars were full there was no closing time
	Punks comparing tattoos and their scars
	Now everyone' s waiting for the band to start
	La la la la la laaaaaa
	its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from
	Woohoo woohoo woohoo
	Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway
	Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes
	Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle
	By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle
	Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church
	Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds
	The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream
	And see what such grand stories
	He' s in the right to the left wing
	He tries so hard
	But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard
	The singers blood runs cold like the spree
	But not this girl not when she was 19
	It was 1989
	Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from

	Spent the night in three drinks time
	Where the bars were full it was summertime
	Punks were hangin out in the park
	While someone practised electric guitar
	We drank some homemade wine
	Now my heads not straight
	So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate
	Half expecting to catch a sight
	Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night
	La la la la la laaaaa
	Feel the sea like the blood is shed
	As the dawn rubs up against our aching head
	Girls light up pull there hoods up tight
	Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night
	Well I spent the night in three drinks time
	Bars were full there was no closing time
	Punks comparing tattoos and their scars
	Now everyone' s waiting for the band to start
	La la la la la laaaaaa
	its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from
	Woohoo woohoo woohoo
	Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway
	Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes
	Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle
	By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle
	Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church
	Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds
	The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream
	And see what such grand stories
	He' s in the right to the left wing
	He tries so hard
	But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard
	The singers blood runs cold like the spree
	But not this girl not when she was 19
	It was 1989
	Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from

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