[00:13.11] Spent the night in three drinks time
[00:15.67] Where the bars were full it was summertime
[00:18.91] Punks were hangin out in the park
[00:21.32] While someone practised electric guitar
[00:24.54] We drank some homemade wine
[00:25.94] Now my heads not straight
[00:27.31] So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate
[00:30.25] Half expecting to catch a sight
[00:33.08] Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night
[00:36.03] La la la la la laaaaa
[00:47.96] Feel the sea like the blood is shed
[00:49.95] As the dawn rubs up against our aching head
[00:53.09] Girls light up pull there hoods up tight
[00:56.12] Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night
[00:58.46] Well I spent the night in three drinks time
[01:01.47] Bars were full there was no closing time
[01:04.55] Punks comparing tattoos and their scars
[01:07.37] Now everyone's waiting for the band to start
[01:10.30] La la la la la laaaaaa
[01:21.87] (Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from)
[01:33.33] Woohoo woohoo woohoo
[01:44.50] Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway
[01:47.17] Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes
[01:50.45] Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle
[01:53.02] By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle
[01:55.70] Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church
[01:58.85] Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds
[02:01.71] The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream
[02:04.47] And see what such grand stories
[02:07.51] He's in the right to the left wing
[02:10.06] He tries so hard
[02:11.58] But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard
[02:13.29] The singers blood runs cold like the spree
[02:15.67] But not this girl not when she was 19
[02:18.60] It was 1989
[02:24.63] Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from
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