| Hands down for a war economy!
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| And I hope it’s enough,
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| And I hope its enough.
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| Thru all the budget traumas, Blackout dramas,
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| Drawing straws for the one
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| Still beats splitting hairs in the stock room
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| ah, ah, ah
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| Always overreaching what you wished for,
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| Losing all yr change on the bathroom floor,
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| O please, concede
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| Were on the promenade where we could see the stars
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| (Couldn't go back, Back)
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| Like holiday heaven
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| (Couldn't go back, Back)
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| Now we’re 9 months on,
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| (Couldn't go back, Back)
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| I’m having revelations in some student union
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| We’ll pull up our hoods and wear this winter out.
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| We’ll all stay warm some how.
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| Bad navigation
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| Are they dark harbourzz?
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| Are they service stations?
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| O I count motorway lights in my sleep
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| Hold all yr secrets in a dark heart,
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| Breaking the horizon now the death stars gone,
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| O please, concede
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| Were on the promenade where we could see the stars
|
| (Couldn't go back, Back)
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| like holiday heaven
|
| (Couldn't go back, Back)
|
| Now we’re 9 months on,
|
| (Couldn't go back, Back)
|
| I’m having revelations in some student union
|
| We’ll pull up our hoods and wear this winter out.
|
| We’ll all stay warm some how.
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| Hands down for a war economy!
|
| And I hope it’s enough,
|
| And I hope its enough.
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| And wear this winter out.
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| We’ll all stay warm some how. |