| They found him in the gutter of the business end of another friday night
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| Someone had clearly been there before I didn’t feel I had to ask him why
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| I have never understood why we need to know the reasons for everyone else’s
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| strides
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| Sometimes you don’t need sympathy to get the words right
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| Caught in anguish
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| He was
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| Sometimes that’s enough
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| For he was singing
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| Oh looks like the end again
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| Her body bleaching out into the waves
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| It’s still the loudest thing
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| Oh I wish I had all my friends somewhere drinking
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| The sunny afternoon into oblivion
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| But that’s not your fault
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| How could that be my fault?
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| So we walked into a house party of someone, someone somehow knew all about
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| And all the young girls turned up late and drank us all to some kind of stand
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| still
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| With looks averted all before and distant ideas of death and thrills
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| And in absence asks the host if he had any left
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| And somehow I did feel like yesterday was ours
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| But it’s gone
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| Yesterday was ours
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| All along
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| And they were singing
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| Oh looks like the end again
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| Her body bleaching out into the waves
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| Its still the loudest thing
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| Oh I wish I had all my friends
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| Out there drinking the sunny afternoon into oblivion
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| But that’s not your fault
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| How could that be your fault? |