| Title: Laid to wasted
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| You’ve been laid to waisted
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| And the bad you tasted on your rise
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| You still pretend surprise
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| When the crowd has staggered home, you’re the jester
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| And now you’re on your own
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| So you play an old favourite
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| You must remember to forget the time
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| When bands of angels sung your praises
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| In the nights and the lights
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| Burned your name across the night sky
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| Those days are gone, you’re better now
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| Maybe you will find what you’re looking for
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| You must remember to forget the time
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| When bands of angels sung your praises
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| In the nights and the lights
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| Burned your name across the night sky
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| Those days are gone, you’re better now
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| Maybe you will find what you’re looking for
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| You’ve been used and run around
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| Everytime you pledged your love you found
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| But your feet still off the ground
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| So-called friends have turned their coats for another
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| Who has still to learn the ropes
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| But you play an old favourite
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| You must remember to forget the time
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| When bands of angels sung your praises
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| In the nights and the lights
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| Burned your name across the night sky
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| Those days are gone, you’re better now
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| Maybe you will find what you’re looking for
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| You’ve been tried and tested
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| No one’s interested in your light
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| But still you need the night
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| Shine on, accept the dawn
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| When your turn comes round again they’ll sing alone
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| But you play an old favourite
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| You must remember to forget the time
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| When bands of angels sung your praises
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| In the nights and the lights
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| Burned your name across the night sky
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| Those days are gone, you’re better now
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| Maybe you will find what you’re looking for
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| Maybe you will find what you’re looking for |