| Well I guess she’s got her claws in you
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| Your shirt’s all stained with blood
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| At least those talons held you up and over so you understood;
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| It never was the clubs you chose, the lines they let you cut
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| Let the gossip kids go fuck themselves
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| It’s all they’ll ever get
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| I guess its going to be a wasteland now you’re gone
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| I want to be sat in parks with girls in sunglasses and cocktails
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| I want the casual confidence grown through knowing your own streets
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| So close your eyes
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| (Burnt out on the bright lights)
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| This is Berlin, this is NYC
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| (Again!)
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| Oh close your eyes
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| (I get burnt out on the bright lights)
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| And tonight is all we have
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| But this… this is your summer
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| I want to get so displaced I don’t notice that the scenery’s shifting
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| Let the dusk cast shadows and shadows cast spells in your own streets
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| So close your eyes
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| (Burnt out on the bright lights)
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| This is Cape Town, this is Tokyo
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| (Again!)
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| Yeah close your eyes
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| (I get burnt out on the bright lights)
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| And tonight is all we have
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| You know how jealous exes get, you never stood a chance
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| Your old friends talk about it, they’re convinced that it was planned
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| For all your blushing sentiment, they’ll never understand:
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| You take the chance to get out while you can |