| Clinking bottles from the last of the late nights
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| Swung by old haunts to catch up on the night life
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| Catch our friends and wish them well for the end
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| And be secretly glad we’re not with them
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| I felt unbalanced pushing home against club crowds
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| How the lights of the gas street basin, should be reflected in dark water
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| But the tow path’s frozen over
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| And the canal, looks… just like the abyss.
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| I’m not done with this, i’m not giving in, i’m not giving up on you
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| We just got older
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| Fireworks mark nothing worse than this (Faster than you’d like)
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| I’m not done with this, i’m not giving in, i’m not giving up on you
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| We just got older
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| Fireworks mark nothing worse than this (Faster)
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| I guess we must have caught a bus
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| I remember, red wine and throwing up, in the back of someone’s garden
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| With fairy lights all hanging from the door into the kitchen
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| Where a row of shots was waiting for the clock
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| I felt unbalanced walking out to a new year
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| How the dates that we assign never match up with our lives
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| With all the chances on our side
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| You think we’d get it right, one of these nights
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| I’m not done with this, i’m not giving in, i’m not giving up on you
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| We just got older
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| Fireworks mark nothing worse than this (Faster than you’d like)
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| I’m not done with this, i’m not giving in, i’m not giving up on you
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| We just got older
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| Fireworks mark nothing worse than this (Faster than you’d like)
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| (Repeat chorus till end lol) |