| New Street, You Can Take It |
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| You think you’re pretty subtle |
| You’re a satellite crashing |
| I know you couldn’t stop |
| Careful of the witch trials |
| There’s been rumours tracked like concrete cracks |
| And every time you say the words, it means less |
| Think you’ve pretty subtle |
| You’re a satellite crashing |
| I know you couldn’t stop |
| And all those empty bottles are testament to something you lost |
| Or stopped needing a long time ago |
| Every glass smash, a sympathy for someone you lost |
| You kinda always know when it’s over |
| But you still carry on |
