| Dark harbourzz and early closing never stopped you moving
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| So why’d they make you stay?
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| You got used to the sound of mornings
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| Hazy comedowns in sleepy coastal towns
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| Stay out, stay out
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| Keep the summer in check
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| All the problems caused, I don’t regret it yet
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| We don’t make plans for the weekends
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| I wish we had the answers
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| But Katie said we’re led by string
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| We do what we can, we do what we can
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| We bury our voices and we cut up our hands
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| On elegant terms, we do what we can
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| So darken the harbourzz
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| Plow up the waters
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| Hole all the boats so we drown all the tourists
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| And whoever loses will cover their bruises
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| We cover each other, we lie to our lovers
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| But it’s alright, I don’t regret it
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| Rumours are drawn out, quartered on the internet
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| And we don’t make plans for the weekends
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| I wish we had the answers
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| But Katie said we’re led by string
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| We do what we can, we do what we can
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| We bury our voices and we cut up our hands
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| On elegant terms, we do what we can
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| (We do what we can, we do what we can)
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| And maybe the draught lasted through spring
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| I’m hardly remembering anything
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| It means enough, to know at least
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| We’ve hung around and made our peace
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| (Amateur! Historian!)
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| So darken the harbourzz
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| Plow up the waters
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| Hole all the boats so we drown all the tourists
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| We cover each other, we lie to our lovers
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| She makes her own badges
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| And I ain’t paid for one yet… |