| Oh, the lights outside they’re as bright as the sun
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| They’re much brighter than anyone
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| Oh, the girls in the queue, yes, they’re waiting for you
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| Well they’re waiting for their song to be sung
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| And when the night turns to day
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| And all the people go away
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| It’s not the same, tell me who’s to blame?
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| And when the stars shine so bright
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| On the cold December night
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| I wish that I was on the stage
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| Oh, won’t you take a ride with me
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| Through the Barrowland history and I’ll sing you a song or two
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| People they may stop and stare
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| But baby I just don’t care if it’s only me and you
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| And the drink and dance and drugs you know
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| It’s all part of the show we go to, maybe I should tell you
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| That people, they may stop and stare
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| But baby I just don’t care, tonight, if it’s only me and you
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| Oh, nothing beats the feeling of the high Barrowland ceiling
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| When the band start to play
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| Won’t you buy me a drink, and I’ll tell her what I think
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| If she gets in my way
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| And when the night turns to day
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| And all the people go away
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| It’s not the same, tell me who’s to blame?
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| And when the stars shine so bright
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| On the cold December night
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| I wish that I was on the stage
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| Oh, won’t you take a ride with me
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| Through the Barrowland history and I’ll sing you a song or two
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| People they may stop and stare
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| But baby I just don’t care if it’s only me and you
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| And the drink and dance and drugs you know
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| It’s all part of the show we go to, maybe I should tell you
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| That people, they may stop and stare
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| But baby I just don’t care, tonight, if it’s only me and you
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| And when the night turns to day
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| And the lights they fade away
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| (I wish that love and life would pass me by)
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| And when the band stops a song
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| Because there’s something going on
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| (Well there is magic in the air, I swear)
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| And I wish that I saw Bowie, playing on that stage
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| I wish that I saw something, to make me come of age
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| Oh, won’t you take a ride with me
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| Through the Barrowland history and I’ll sing you a song or two
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| People they may stop and stare
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| But baby I just don’t care if it’s only me and you
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| And the drink and dance and drugs you know
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| It’s all part of the show we go to, maybe I should tell you
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| That people, they may stop and stare
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| But baby I just don’t care, tonight, if it’s only me and you |