| Sat down in The Crown, pushing suds around
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| Watching navvies mourn the 3.15 from Punchestown
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| A cloud of memory surrounds
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| Two wanderers from Woodberry Down
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| I felt like I was part of something
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| And for that, I’ll say this
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| I’ve never been a part of something
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| So bliss to reminisce
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| King says at the bar you’re coming down
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| The instant chemistry is calling
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| And it’s live, just like you said, your sound
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| We stayed up with The Fall
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| Neighbours banging all four walls
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| New friends in the sprawl
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| The faces pushing past
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| I felt like I was part of something
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| And for that, I’ll say this
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| I’ve never been a part of something
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| So bliss to reminisce
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| Twenty thousand streets beneath the stars
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| And they’re all ours
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| We found magic in the parlance of the passing cars
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| Do you remember, crashing house parties in France
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| Watching girls who couldn’t dance
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| Laugh at gendarmes in the aftermath?
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| I felt like I was part of something
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| And for that, I’ll say this
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| I’ve never been a part of something
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| That was ever such bliss to reminisce
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| On ley-lines when we split the halves
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| The Despair Hippo, and Pat sat in his laser bath
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| They say all good things have to end
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| Like the dreams we had back then
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| Writing songs to pay the rent
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| Do you remember, every night was us and them
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| All the secrets that we’d burn through
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| In the rooms that we’d return to, my friend
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| I felt like we were part of something
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| And for that, I’ll say this
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| I’ve never been a part of something
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| So bliss to reminisce
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| Take it away, Patrice…
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| Dogs are barking in the dark
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| At Richard in his Ipswich scarf
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| RIPeople’s Club, T-shirt, Bossman, Russ and Monty
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| Cockney Baader-Meinhof, Johnny, Vic and Jean-Luc Ponty
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| Out to John and Joe, Cater, Nath, the burner phone
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| All back to Ronalds Road
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| The faces pushing past
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| I felt like I was part of something
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| And for that, I’ll say this
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| You’ll always be a part of something
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| That is ever such bliss to reminisce |