| We went to New York, the air was still warm
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| We walked 'round the shops and cafes
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| And I tried to work, ignoring my hands
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| Didn’t follow the leads in my brain
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| Cause all of those footsteps kept follow me 'round
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| And all of those voices made noise without sound
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| And we danced like you do when on holiday
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| And we drank like you do when you have nothing much to say
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| On your marks, do-si-do, facing your partner
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| Bottoms up and refill, I’m still hungover
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| And that look on your face made me feel like a crook
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| From an Albert Camus book
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| A stranger in a strange land
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| A stranger to myself and scary as hell
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| That look on your face as if nothing had changed
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| Like in Eleanor Rigby, no one was saved
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| And we danced like you do when on holiday
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| And we drank like you do when you have nothing much to say
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| On your marks, do-si-do, facing your partner
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| Bottoms up and refill
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| And we danced to war and we danced to peace
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| And we danced to everything that’s in between
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| And we drank to love and we drank to hate
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| And we drank to everything, before it was too late
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| And we danced like you do when on holiday
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| And we drank like you do when you have nothing much to say
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| And we danced like you do when on holiday
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| And we drank like you do when you have nothing much to say
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| On your marks, do-si-do, facing your partner
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| Bottoms up and refill, I’m still hungover, I’m still hungover |