| Long we were searching these serpentine streets for the signs of a spark
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| Fucking around in the dark
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| Long we were held in the thrum and the desperate heat of the clubs
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| Drinking deep from that cup
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| We’d drink it up
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| We’d drink it up
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| We’d drink it up
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| Each step was something
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| The beat in the blood and the heat in our hands
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| Of Twelve regular men
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| So when we come down Cathedral Street
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| Hollow and beaten to the room that I rent
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| I’m going back up again
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| I’m going up
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| I’m going up
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| I’m going up
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| I’m going up
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| But while everything is blooming
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| You know the wilting always waits
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| To steal away your body
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| To steal away your brains
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| Oh man, I hate this part
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| When the car sails off the bridge
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| Am I the knuckles white inside?
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| Am I the water rushing in?
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| Am I rising up?
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| Am I rising up?
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| Am I rising up?
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| Singing:
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| Silent night, holy night
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| Take my eyes, take my mind and lay me down!
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| Oh! |
| Sweet winter kiss on these heavy lids!
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| Sweet winter gift of dreamless sleep, lay me down! |
| Draw me out!
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| Doctor unbandage my eyes
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| I feel the light and I’m ready to be out in it
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| Doctor uncover my ears
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| I hear the chorus weeping, I see the people singing
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| Doctor unbandage my eyes
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| I feel the light and I’m ready to be rising!
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| Doctor uncover my ears!
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| I hear the chorus weeping! |
| I see the people singing…
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| Let the loser up
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| Let the loser up
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| Let’s get him up
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| Let’s get him up
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| Let’s get him up
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| Let’s get him up
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| Let’s get him up
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| Let’s get him up
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| (Contributor's note: Please edit to fill in the missing stuff if you know it!) |