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Clinking bottles from the last of the late nights |
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Swung by old haunts to catch up on the night life |
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Catch our friends and wish them well for the end |
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And be secretly glad we're not with them |
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I felt unbalanced pushing home against club crowds |
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How the lights of the gas street basin, should be reflected in dark water |
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But the tow path's frozen over |
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And the canal, looks...just like the abyss. |
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I'm not done with this, i'm not giving in, i'm not giving up on you |
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We just got older |
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Fireworks mark nothing worse than this (Faster than you'd like) |
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I'm not done with this, i'm not giving in, i'm not giving up on you |
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We just got older |
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Fireworks mark nothing worse than this (Faster) |
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I guess we must have caught a bus |
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I remember, red wine and throwing up, in the back of someone's garden |
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With fairy lights all hanging from the door into the kitchen |
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Where a row of shots was waiting for the clock |
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I felt unbalanced walking out to a new year |
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How the dates that we assign never match up with our lives |
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With all the chances on our side |
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You think we'd get it right, one of these nights |
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I'm not done with this, i'm not giving in, i'm not giving up on you |
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We just got older |
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Fireworks mark nothing worse than this (Faster than you'd like) |
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I'm not done with this, i'm not giving in, i'm not giving up on you |
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We just got older |
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Fireworks mark nothing worse than this (Faster than you'd like) |
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(Repeat chorus till end lol) |