| Tonight the clocks go backwards
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| And it’s snowing at home
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| And we’re incommunicado
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| 'Cos they cut off the phone
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| We’re in collaboration
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| Againt everyone who tries to bring us down
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| And we’re sadly incoherent
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| All our sorrows have been drowned
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| Got the plane out of Atlanta
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| Stripped the honour bar of booze
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| Saw the ceiling melt like candles
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| Dripping wax onto my shoes
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| Needed proof I was still breathing
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| So I held my breath for a while
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| Fell flat on my face on purpose
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| Just to see somebody smile
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| And they say that it’s them and it’s us
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| And they say that it’s you and it’s me
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| But now I can see that it’s me against me
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| Against me against me against me
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| I keep your picture in a locket
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| Heart-shape hanging around my neck
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| You put it on me last year sometime
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| Now the catch is just a wreck
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| My new friends say that you look like me
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| Of course, they’re right
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| But you’re who I used to be
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| Sometimes late at night
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| All the things we’ve done, think we should own up
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| How come we’re old but we’re not grown up?
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| I wish I didn’t drink so much
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| Wish I didn’t drink at all
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| Wish I didn’t need these smokes
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| Wish I didn’t take those pills
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| I wish for just one time
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| My behaviour matched up to my needs
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| Wish you were alive now
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| So you could help me
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| And they say that it’s them and it’s us
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| And they’ll tell you it’s you and it’s me
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| But now I can see that it’s me against me
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| Against me against me against me |