| Oh, now I’m walking back to our place
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| Which is soon to be your place
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| Watching my feet, they’re as stubborn as concrete
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| I’m knee deep in the jumble of our lives
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| Throwing shit into bin bags, I reach for the door
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| The dog’s at my heel, thinks we’re going for a walk
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| And I realise We never been as fucked as this
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| So grown up now we’re squabbling like kids
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| Your mother’s plates, dashed on the floor
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| I can’t keep a stiff upper lip any more We never been as fucked as this
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| Out on the street and we’re screaming like kids
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| The neighbours watch, well let them talk
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| I can’t keep a stiff upper lip any more Leaving, throwing all of the black bags
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| In the back of the black cab
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| You see I’m not bluffing, no
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| I’m actually leaving, and now I’m sleeping
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| On the front step of my mate’s place
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| Cos he stopped there, cos he’s shit faced
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| And I realise We never been as fucked as this
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| So grown up but we’re squabbling like kids
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| Your mother’s plates, dashed on the floor
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| I can’t keep a stiff upper lip any more
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| We never been as fucked as this
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| Out on the street and we’re screaming like kids
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| The neighbours watch, well let them talk
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| I can’t keep a stiff upper lip any more Life’s too short to get caught
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| Life’s too short to get caught
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| On the shady side of the street
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| Life’s too short to get caught |