| On a Friday night, a thousand years
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| You were some mystery, I saw you from a mile
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| Now you’re just TV and a permanent furrowed brow
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| You’re not the loving man I know
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| Where did those songs of summer go?
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| You wore a summer dress, I put down my drink
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| The world just disappeared, I couldn’t think at all
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| Now I can’t make you laugh, can’t even raise a smile
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| You’re not the tender girl I know
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| Where did those songs of summer go?
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| Oh we’ve hardened up, we’re paralysed like stone
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| We’re older and we’ve lost the need for us
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| We hardly touch what lies beneath the skin
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| Like words of faded ink, we’ll let it go
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| Each night a lover’s fight, always on the mend
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| This love ain’t fixable, why do we pretend?
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| I’m scared that bitterness and hate will start to grow
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| We sit together in a daze
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| Why did our songs of summer fade?
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| Oh we’ve hardened up, we’re paralysed like stone
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| We’re older and we’ve lost the need for us
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| We hardly touch what lies beneath the skin
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| Like words of faded ink, we’ll let it go
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| Where did we go?
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| When did this love fade?
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| Where did we go?
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| How far you sit from me
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| Where did we go?
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| Where did our songs of summer go?
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| Where did we go?
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| How far you sit from me
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| Where did we go?
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| When did this love fade?
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| Where did we go?
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| How far you sit from me
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| Where did we go?
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| Where did our songs of summer go?
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| Where did we go?
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| Where are our songs of summer?
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| On a Friday night, a thousand years ago |