| i cant lose you in crowded rooms,
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| but this year we’re not linking arms.
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| slow walk out of the barfly,
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| cold air and taxis and i’m biting my lip cos i know why we’re dragged here.
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| if you think this is primitive,
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| i can dye my hair and you can call me tracey tracey.
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| just me and her and a casio.
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| i got a plan, new maps everyday,
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| i have found a happy obsession.
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| i might be drunk but at least i’m standing up,
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| and in this place, gestures are all we’ve got.
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| i will wait for you outside carparks,
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| outside busy shopping centres,
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| i will wait for you at work when all your early shifts run late.
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| and sometimes in the bullring and always when your sleeping,
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| i will look at your hands and think,
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| i could never explain what you had.
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| how some of us just dont quit.
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| crossing the same lines since 1999.
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| how its not hard to break your heart,
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| sings jeff buckley across the bar,
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| feel no shame for what you are,
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| six years shame in what we are.
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| me and her and a casio. |