| We make our own mythologies
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| Yr maps won’t let us down again
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| Yr legends all played out
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| Yr keeping some dark secrets,
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| But you talk in your sleep
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| We make our own mythologies
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| All gangster scenes and bullet scars
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| Yr fashion’s three months late
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| If I had the guts I promise I would…
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| Cut the powerlines
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| Tape the letterbox shut
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| I don’t worry about those things
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| I don’t worry about those…
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| From on grey mess to another grey mess
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| Distance knows a heavy heart best
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| Eve (ry) sin (gle), sin (gle) night (out)
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| For a lifetime of college films
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| (A sign! A sign! A sign! A sign!)
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| I’m hoping, I’m hoping, I’m hoping you don’t call
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| Tear down our nightclubs, put up flats
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| Burn down our pubs and put up flats
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| All rows of neat new tracts
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| Why’d you want to live here if there’s nothing but housing?
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| Yr boyfriend owns the bar, we drink
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| Yr boyfriend ruins everything
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| In a room with blinds drawn down
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| If I had the guts I promise I would…
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| Cut the powerlines
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| Tape the letterbox shut
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| I don’t worry about those things
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| I don’t worry about those…
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| From on grey mess to another grey mess
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| Distance knows a heavy heart best
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| Eve (ry) sin (gle), sin (gle) night (out)
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| For a lifetime of college films
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| (A sign! A sign! A sign! A sign!)
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| I’m hoping, I’m hoping, I’m hoping you don’t call |