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I turned up late on a Saturday night |
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You had your headphones on and the only light |
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Came from the slow deleted history |
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I dropped my guard, you can do the same |
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We can go hard then ease the pain |
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With tomorrow's DVDs |
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Would you do that for me? |
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Would you just turn and walk away? |
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In an empty club |
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Song is the sun |
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In the dim light of deleting histories |
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Never to be seen again |
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Now the pylon stance in a tug of war |
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In every town, feel the chemical roar |
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Of a congregation leaving in their drawers |
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As the lights go down on Saturday night |
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And the fires of Sunday begin their fight |
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With tomorrow's personnel |