| Another night with my friends that I’m starting to regret
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| Another drink and I’m anyones, smoke fills the air.
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| Walking back to the bar I catch a glimpse of a face that I recognise.
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| It’s not long before she carries me away to the dance floor,
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| To ‘get down with my bad-self' and hold her in my arms.
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| Only then do I see that we’re destined for failure
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| Cos the shapes that she makes are like pen down to paper
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| and the lines that she draws are like maps
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| to my heart.
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| So long this night.
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| It’s not quite our time.
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| Now there’s nothing left to say,
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| Just goodnight.
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| Walking out to the street my head swims through seas
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| and we start the float back home.
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| Catching feet on the cracks in the pavement,
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| We sing the songs that made our evening,
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| But a thousand sickly sweet love songs are a shadow on the spark you’ve ignited
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| in me.
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| See you’re not for these blue eyes turned an envious green.
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| You were made for a man much better than me.
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| If I believe this or not is irrelevant,
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| It’s clear to me now that we were never meant to be. |