| All of the speakers
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| See a lighter exploding
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| And you’re tryna escape another never-ending conversation
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| Your feet are moving to a different beat
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| But that’s nothing new
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| Friday is the best, you let me take you dancing
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| And all these ridiculous people
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| Can stand and watch us
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| 'Cause they still care
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| Someone used to love me
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| And everyone used to love you
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| But none of them share the pain
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| And still none of them get a round in
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| You can’t see the exit
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| And the bartender’s sexy
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| But he doesn’t know your name
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| At least he says he doesn’t know your name
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| He’s playing his own game
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| I’ll bet his rugby game
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| There’s a special place for people like that
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| Smug twat
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| Tomorrow seems like another world
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| You can tell me in the morning all the things I’ve said
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| Swaying in the kitchen
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| The tiles are your cool friend
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| Until you see a faded photo of a bright young you
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| You settle for your mind back
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| You can’t wind the time back
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| We’ve always got your back
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| Handshake and a paper bag
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| Running on empty, running on Stoli' and fumes
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| Running 'round and around and around
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| More, again, forever
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| We want more, again, forever
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| A cinematic sunrise that makes your eyeballs sting
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| There’s pins and needles and no one talks anymore
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| Read, unread
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| Another talking head, talking absolute nonsense
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| But probably getting paid
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| Destroying everything that we used to love
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| Including ourselves, but especially each other
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| Your shoe’s uncomfortable
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| Just like the truth
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| So let’s run away and see how far we get
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| Before the blisters set in
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| Before your sister steps in
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| Before the blisters set in
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| Before your sister steps in
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| More, again, forever
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| We want more, again, forever
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| More, again, forever
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| We want more, again, forever
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| More, again, forever
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| We want more, again, forever
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| Pins and needles and no one talks anymore
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| Pins and needles and no one talks anymore
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| Pins and needles and no one talks anymore
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| Pins and needles and no one talks anymore |