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I can't lose you in crowded rooms, |
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But this year we're not linking arms. |
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Slow walk out of the barfly, |
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Cold air and taxis and i'm biting my lip cos i know why we're dragged here. |
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If you think this is primitive, |
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I can dye my hair and you can call me tracey tracey. |
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Just me and her and a casio. |
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I got a plan, new maps everyday, |
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I have found a happy obsession. |
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I might be drunk but at least i'm standing up, |
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And in this place, gestures are all we've got. |
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I will wait for you outside carparks, |
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outside busy shopping centres, |
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I will wait for you at work when all your early shifts run late. |
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And sometimes in the bullring and always when you're sleeping, |
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I will look at yr hands and think, i could never explain what you had. |
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How some of us just dont quit. |
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Crossing the same lines since 1999. |
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How its not hard to break your heart, |
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Sings Jeff Buckley across the bar, |
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Six years shame for what you are, |
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Feel no shame in what we are. |
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Just me and her and a casio. |
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I got a plan, new maps everyday, |
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I have found a happy obsession. |
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I might be drunk but at least i'm standing up, |
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And in this place, gestures are all we've got. |
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I will wait for you outside carparks, |
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outside busy shopping centres, |
|
I will wait for you at work when all your early shifts run late. |
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And sometimes in the bullring and always when you're sleeping, |
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I will look at yr hands and think, i could never explain what you had. |
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I might be drunk but at least i'm standing up, |
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And in this place, gestures are all we've got. |
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I might be drunk but at least i'm standing up, |
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I'm at the point when I can say I'm falling for you |
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Just me and her and a casio (x3) |
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I got a plan, new maps everyday, |
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I have found a happy obsession. |
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I might be drunk but at least i'm standing up, |
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And in this place, gestures are all we've got. |
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I will wait for you outside carparks, |
|
outside busy shopping centres, |
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I will wait for you at work when all your early shifts run late. |
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And sometimes in the bullring and always when you're sleeping, |
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I will look at yr hands and think, i could never explain what you had. |
