| Well, last night these two bouncers
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| And one of 'em's alright
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| The other one’s a scary’un
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| His way or no way; |
| totalitarian
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| He’s got no time for you looking or breathing
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| How he don’t want you to
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| So step out the queue
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| He makes examples of you
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| And there’s nowt you can say
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| Behind they go through to the bit where you pay
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| And you realise then that it’s finally the time
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| To walk back past ten-thousand eyes in the line
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| And you can swap jumpers and make another move
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| Instilled in your brain you’ve got something to prove
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| To all the smirking faces and the boys in black
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| Why can’t they be pleasant? |
| Why can’t they have a laugh?
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| He’s got his hand in your chest, he wants to give you a duff
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| Well, secretly I think they want you all to kick off
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| They want arms flying everywhere
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| And bottles as well
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| It’s just something to talk about
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| A story to tell, yeah
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| Well, I’m so glad they turned us all away
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| We’ll put it down to fate
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| I said a thousand million things
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| That I could never say this morning
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| Got too deep
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| But how deep is too deep?
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| Well, this town’s a different town today
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| Said, this town’s a different town to what it was last night
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| You couldn’t have done that on a Sunday
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| And that girl’s a different girl today
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| Said, that girl’s a different girl to her you kissed last night
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| You couldn’t have done that on a Sunday
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| Of course not
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| Well, I’m so glad they turned us all away
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| We’ll put it down to fate
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| I thought a thousand million things
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| That I could never think this morning
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| Got too deep
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| But how deep is too deep?
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| Last night, what we talked about
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| It made so much sense
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| But now the haze has ascended
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| It don’t make no sense anymore
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| I said, last night, what we talked about
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| It made so much sense
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| But now the haze has ascended
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| It don’t make no sense anymore, oh
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| Da-da, da-da-da
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| Da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da
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| Da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da |