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So you've been crying hard again |
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I know there's nothing I can do about it |
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Brushing off your hands with my arms set to sympathetic |
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Have you've already got your ticket |
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Got your ride, got your paper bag |
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All set for quilt and panic attacks |
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Shouldn't lend it out if your so scared you'll never get it back |
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If you get back, if you get back |
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So ghost the festivals |
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Line up on the carousels |
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How we drink for free |
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In a cold marquee |
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And be out by dark |
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I'm still breathless |
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Ghost the festivals |
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Glide over the rolling hills |
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All cartoon heads |
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And a sea of tents |
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I'm less eloquent |
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And I'm still breathless |
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So all I want to do is sit and watch the riots on the last night |
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Dropping all the lamps till the fires are our only light |
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How your leaving and I don't know if I'll ever get to see you again |
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Keep talking, we'll sink into the mud |
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Stepping through the wreckage, all the cans and the skeletal tents |
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It becomes us, it becomes us |
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So ghost the festivals |
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Line up on the carousels |
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How we drink for free |
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In a cold marquee |
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And be out by dark |
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I'm still breathless |
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Ghost the festivals |
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Glide over the rolling hills |
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All cartoon heads |
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And a sea of tents |
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I'm less eloquent |
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And I'm still breathless |
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Broken hearted |
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Lights out |
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Lights out! |
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So ghost the festivals |
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Line up on the carousels |
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How we drink for free |
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In a cold marquee |
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And be out by dark |
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I'm still breathless |
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Ghost the festivals |
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Glide over the rolling hills |
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All cartoon heads |
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And a sea of tents |
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I'm less eloquent |
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And I'm still breathless |
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Whoo! |
