| big news burst over frequencies
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| Saying 'Peril! |
| C’est Tout! |
| C’est le fin'
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| Talking heads assessed best outcomes
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| in the end, all agreed things would end bad
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| She said 'I'm sick of your cleverness'
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| Spat, fence-sitter! |
| But i’d lost the thread
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| She said 'I'm leaving you tonight, I mean it,
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| I’m leaving with Quebec.'
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| I’m leaving california
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| detroit, halifax
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| i’m leaving all of you
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| so you can’t leave me back
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| (on what we later learned was)
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| The Very Last Night of The End of The World
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| If this is all you get, how will it be spent?
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| Ashamed? |
| or Alone? |
| Angry? |
| Drunk?
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| Shouting blame, or maybe
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| (or better spent)
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| Fearless, Joyous, Kissing,
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| Laughing, Dancing,
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| Holding onto hope as long as hope can be held onto.
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| it’s your last little lie, your last cigarette
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| your last sip of alcohol, a love song’s pirouette
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| the You the song gets sung to
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| with imploring convincing hands
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| Singing 'Blue skies would be bluer if you’d just give this love a chance'
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| After leaving Quebec
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| She abandoned Berlin
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| Got out of Chicago when the air got thin
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| Fleeing Paris
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| Burning Sicily
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| The Lakes drank up Toronto
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| The Vampires drank Calgary.
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| REPEAT CHORUS x2 |