| [ti:1989] | |
| [ar:The Rakes] | |
| [al:1989] | |
| [offset:0] | |
| [00:13.55] | Spent the night in three drinks time |
| [00:16.79] | Where the bars were full it was summertime |
| [00:18.48] | Punks were hangin out in the park |
| [00:21.47] | While someone practised electric guitar |
| [00:24.24] | We drank some homemade wine |
| [00:25.87] | Now my heads not straight |
| [00:27.18] | So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate |
| [00:30.32] | Half expecting to catch a sight |
| [00:32.88] | Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night |
| [00:36.13] | La la la la la laaaaa |
| [00:38.25] | |
| [00:47.67] | Feel the sea like the blood is she'd |
| [00:49.91] | As the dawn rubs up against our aching head |
| [00:53.03] | Girls light up pull there hoods up tight |
| [00:55.86] | Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night |
| [00:59.18] | Well I spent the night in three drinks time |
| [01:01.62] | Bars were full there was no closing time |
| [01:04.49] | Punks comparing tattoos and their scars |
| [01:07.30] | Now everyone's waiting for the band to start |
| [01:10.97] | La la la la la laaaaaa |
| [01:12.91] | |
| [01:23.67] | （Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city |
| [01:26.17] | No one knows where your from） |
| [01:27.98] | Woohoo woohoo woohoo |
| [01:34.52] | |
| [01:44.69] | Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway |
| [01:47.35] | Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes |
| [01:50.34] | Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle |
| [01:53.15] | By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle |
| [01:55.80] | Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church |
| [01:58.81] | Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds |
| [02:03.38] | The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream |
| [02:08.25] | And see what such grand stories |
| [02:11.00] | He's in the right to the left wing |
| [02:13.31] | He tries so hard |
| [02:14.80] | But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard |
| [02:20.36] | The singers blood runs cold like the spree |
| [02:21.79] | But not this girl not when she was 19 |
| [02:23.35] | It was 1989 |
| [02:24.10] | It's alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city |
| [02:27.68] | No one knows where your from |
| ti: 1989 | |
| ar: The Rakes | |
| al: 1989 | |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:13.55] | Spent the night in three drinks time |
| [00:16.79] | Where the bars were full it was summertime |
| [00:18.48] | Punks were hangin out in the park |
| [00:21.47] | While someone practised electric guitar |
| [00:24.24] | We drank some homemade wine |
| [00:25.87] | Now my heads not straight |
| [00:27.18] | So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate |
| [00:30.32] | Half expecting to catch a sight |
| [00:32.88] | Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night |
| [00:36.13] | La la la la la laaaaa |
| [00:38.25] | |
| [00:47.67] | Feel the sea like the blood is she' d |
| [00:49.91] | As the dawn rubs up against our aching head |
| [00:53.03] | Girls light up pull there hoods up tight |
| [00:55.86] | Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night |
| [00:59.18] | Well I spent the night in three drinks time |
| [01:01.62] | Bars were full there was no closing time |
| [01:04.49] | Punks comparing tattoos and their scars |
| [01:07.30] | Now everyone' s waiting for the band to start |
| [01:10.97] | La la la la la laaaaaa |
| [01:12.91] | |
| [01:23.67] | Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city |
| [01:26.17] | No one knows where your from |
| [01:27.98] | Woohoo woohoo woohoo |
| [01:34.52] | |
| [01:44.69] | Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway |
| [01:47.35] | Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes |
| [01:50.34] | Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle |
| [01:53.15] | By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle |
| [01:55.80] | Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church |
| [01:58.81] | Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds |
| [02:03.38] | The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream |
| [02:08.25] | And see what such grand stories |
| [02:11.00] | He' s in the right to the left wing |
| [02:13.31] | He tries so hard |
| [02:14.80] | But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard |
| [02:20.36] | The singers blood runs cold like the spree |
| [02:21.79] | But not this girl not when she was 19 |
| [02:23.35] | It was 1989 |
| [02:24.10] | It' s alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city |
| [02:27.68] | No one knows where your from |
| ti: 1989 | |
| ar: The Rakes | |
| al: 1989 | |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:13.55] | Spent the night in three drinks time |
| [00:16.79] | Where the bars were full it was summertime |
| [00:18.48] | Punks were hangin out in the park |
| [00:21.47] | While someone practised electric guitar |
| [00:24.24] | We drank some homemade wine |
| [00:25.87] | Now my heads not straight |
| [00:27.18] | So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate |
| [00:30.32] | Half expecting to catch a sight |
| [00:32.88] | Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night |
| [00:36.13] | La la la la la laaaaa |
| [00:38.25] | |
| [00:47.67] | Feel the sea like the blood is she' d |
| [00:49.91] | As the dawn rubs up against our aching head |
| [00:53.03] | Girls light up pull there hoods up tight |
| [00:55.86] | Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night |
| [00:59.18] | Well I spent the night in three drinks time |
| [01:01.62] | Bars were full there was no closing time |
| [01:04.49] | Punks comparing tattoos and their scars |
| [01:07.30] | Now everyone' s waiting for the band to start |
| [01:10.97] | La la la la la laaaaaa |
| [01:12.91] | |
| [01:23.67] | Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city |
| [01:26.17] | No one knows where your from |
| [01:27.98] | Woohoo woohoo woohoo |
| [01:34.52] | |
| [01:44.69] | Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway |
| [01:47.35] | Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes |
| [01:50.34] | Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle |
| [01:53.15] | By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle |
| [01:55.80] | Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church |
| [01:58.81] | Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds |
| [02:03.38] | The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream |
| [02:08.25] | And see what such grand stories |
| [02:11.00] | He' s in the right to the left wing |
| [02:13.31] | He tries so hard |
| [02:14.80] | But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard |
| [02:20.36] | The singers blood runs cold like the spree |
| [02:21.79] | But not this girl not when she was 19 |
| [02:23.35] | It was 1989 |
| [02:24.10] | It' s alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city |
| [02:27.68] | No one knows where your from |
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