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Late night on the Bos en Lommerweg |
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I'm swerving on my bike I've got my headphones on |
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And I'm wondering why it's so hard to believe |
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There could be a salvation for a drunk like me |
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And you know I'll fine even when the hand of god is empty |
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Cause you gotta make it anyway |
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Summertime came falling on my city |
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Crept into the bar and took a seat next to me |
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And we talked and made plans that never ever ever gonna happen |
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But sometimes that's alright |
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And you know I know now |
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And down below my hotel window there's a girl walking |
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I'll never know her name I'll never buy her a drink |
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But you can be sure tonight that someone else will |
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And I'm wishing him luck as she turns the corner and fades out of sight |
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And as for you and me? |
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Although we're a thousand miles apart |
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The drinks keep coming |
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And it's not for nothing |
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And if we throw up on our dreams |
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Girl we'll wash them clean |
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And if ya don't understand that you should try being me |
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And you suck but I love |
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And you're constantly trouble |
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But we're gonna make it anyway |
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And I know now... |
