| The Festival is over and the strings of coloured lights
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| Are blowing crazy in the coming wind
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| One bulb comes loose, shatters on the ground
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| The empty streets pick up the sound, it echoes like a tiny gunshot
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| Ringing through the damp and through the silence
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| Water trickles slowly like the feel of troubles only half washed away
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| Behind the wire the watchman doing nights sits beside a wall of screens
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| But he’s not watching — gazing into the steam rising from his cup of coffee
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| He’s locked away inside
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| Staring into the light of a different world
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| Near the top of Sandford Road, there’s a parked Mondeo in the shadows
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| The lighting of a cigarette illuminates four faces not talking, just waiting
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| The man in the front passenger seat holds the phone to his ear
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| Listens to a thin voice giving the details
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| While in the back the boy with the long hair
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| Stares out through the misty glass into the dark streets
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| And into the light of a different world
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| Three streets down the restaurant is empty, 3am weeknights, dead-time
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| The owner came here years ago and never lost the dream of going home
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| But knows he never will
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| In the kitchen his son sits head in hands thinks about leaving
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| Anywhere — just somewhere that’s not here
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| Doesn’t look up or see the Mondeo passing outside
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| He’s gazing into the light a different world
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| Staring into the light of a different world
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| There’s a couple in a red car coming home late on the inner ring
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| Not talking or listening to the music, just lost in their own thoughts
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| The Mondeo shoots the lights at sixty-five
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| Swerves, catches the red car that spins and rolls
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| Lands upside down in a crumple of metal and shattered glass
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| The girl sits trapped inside watching new blood trickle down her shoulder
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| Turns to see her boyfriend slumped against the dash
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| As a little crowd gathers round
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| 'Make him wake up, make him wake up' she’s screaming
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| 'Make him wake up, make him wake up' and now she’s pushing at him
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| 'Make him wake up, make him wake up'
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| But he’s gone into the light of a different world
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| Staring into the lights of a different world |