| I was stuck in minor chords
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| I’ve been here once before
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| With environmental echoes
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| By your baggage on my floor
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| So get over here
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| Let’s grab ourselves another beer
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| To drink until tomorrow
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| To forget that we’re still alive
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| Drinking to forget
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| Always breeds regret
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| And disillusioned faces upon
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| Friends that we’ve seldom met
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| I do believe that my
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| Self-constructed alibi
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| Is cracking under pressure
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| Whilst I’m breaking on the inside
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| Sick of making sure
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| I’m sick of sitting with my hands trapped, falling on my back and
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| Telling people I know
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| More than they needed to know
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| And this song is more
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| Than a self-indulgent rant, it’s closure for the times that
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| I’ve let you down
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| You know I need you around
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| Well, I’m still here
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| Long overdue
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| But it feels like you’re in a life of pastures new
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| So this one’s for the friends
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| And also for the sound
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| Of distant laughter, acting as
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| Reminders. |
| In a town
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| That made us feel at home
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| We broke our backs on floors of stone
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| But I’d rather wake there any day
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| Than wake up here alone
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| Baa, ba ba ba ba
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| Baa, ba ba ba ba
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| Baa, ba ba ba ba
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| Baa, ba ba ba ba
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| Baa, ba ba ba ba
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| Baa, ba ba ba ba
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| Baa, ba ba ba ba
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| So this one’s for the friends
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| And also for the sound
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| Of distant laughter, acting as
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| Reminders. |
| In a town
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| That made us feel at home
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| We broke our backs on floors of stone
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| But I’d rather wake there any day
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| Than wake up here alone
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| Baa, da ba ba ba
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| Baa, da ba ba ba
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| Baa, da ba ba ba
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| Baa, da ba ba ba
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| Baa, da ba ba ba
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| Baa, da ba ba ba
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| Baa, da ba ba ba
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| Baa, da ba ba ba |