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Sits in her chair as she listens to '87 |
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All those hours spent stargazing in the |
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Bastions of the night |
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Prancing and the dancing |
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As opportunities knocked within celebrity |
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Corridors |
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I could have been famous you know |
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She mutters to her young ones who have heard |
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It too many times before |
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But it's alright |
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Cos that was then and this is now |
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It's alright |
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Cos youthful yesterfun is not tomorrows way |
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He stumbles over debris of last night's |
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Take-out |
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Tasting memories of arms around him |
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Not like the nights before |
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Things were different then |
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Anyway |
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It's been a long night out |
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But those old moves don't seem to drop the |
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Same way they did back then |
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But it's alright |
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Cos that was then and this is now |
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It's alright |
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Cos youthful yesterfun is not tomorrows way |
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He's late, he's late again |
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But this time there's no excuse for him to give |
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As he approached to find her standing there |
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Seems my time with you was spent waiting for the right moment |
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Waiting for that break you always went on about |
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But no more 'cos to stay... and wait... |
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Would mean our lives will never change |
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Sits in her chair as she listens to '87 |
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All those hours spent stargazing in the |
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Bastions of the night |
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But it's alright |
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But it's alright |
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But it's alright |
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But it's alright... |
