| I got lost in the framework gaps, the cracks in the station
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| I guess New Street couldn’t take it but I can
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| Fresh stenchilled signage exits to streets we’ve always had
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| Just never called them that
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| I threw away the map
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| When you’re panic struck on the platform
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| All the prints in the dust
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| All the lines connecting us
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| When you’re panic struck on the platform
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| Like the last train never came
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| Would he pay for your drinks?
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| Would he pay for everything?
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| I know, at least I’d like to think I know
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| This only happens cause we let it
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| Hey interstitial secret can I sleep in your bed?
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| Throw away those bottle tops
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| Let’s shatter us some legends, down a shot for every loss
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| Till it’s tomorrow’s cost!
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| When you’ve been dreaming of oceans
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| Would you care what he thinks?
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| Would he pay for your drinks?
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| When you’ve been dreaming of oceans
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| I was in oceans dreaming of you
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| All the prints in the dust
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| All the lines connecting us
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| And we’re still shiny
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| I guess I just worked out
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| What we both lack
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| And I don’t think boys in hand can fix that
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| But you are a wonder
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| And everything you lose
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| You can win back
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| This one goes out to all the barstaff cleaning up our mess
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| Can never tell when it’s over I confess
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| With a conscienceclear as vodka
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| For a decade of starting over
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| Will he pay for your love?
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| Will he pay for all of us? |