| Street lights, woah-woah
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| These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
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| Out here on these city nights, woah-woah
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| These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
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| So I hit the pub like 8:33, with £45 and a packet of wriggelys extra — just
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| like a metal detector
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| Scenning for coins in my wallet to pay for my pint of becks
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| Next I move from the bar with my jar to the far corner of the room
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| Boom — one pint down now its time for round two
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| Put your hands in your wallet 'cause this pints on you
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| Street lights, woah-woah
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| These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
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| Out here on these city nights, woah-woah
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| These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
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| So, now I’m spinning, six prints down and a shot of tequila
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| Bottle rocket a Bacardi breezer
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| And I’m swaying, leaning like the tower of pizza
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| But I’m keeping my cool
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| Like the coolest setting on your fridge freezer door, one print more,
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| a packet of crisps and a bottle of Coors
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| And my livers like «Mate, please, no more!»
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| But I never ever listen 'cause livers can’t talk!
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| Street lights, woah-woah
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| These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
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| Out here on these city nights, woah-woah
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| These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
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| Street lights, woah-woah
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| (oh these lights, these lights burn so bright)
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| These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
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| (now their out on these, city nights)
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| Out here on these city nights, woah-woah
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| (oh these lights, these lights burn so bright)
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| These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
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| So get me another pint of the barman’s best
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| A tequila slammer with some lemon zest, please
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| A packet of lambert and butler cigarettes
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| Boy I really think you need to give it a rest
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| Pack it up, pack it in and packet of peanuts
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| Feeling pretty sick, about to spew my guts
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| In this state of mind can only think with my- (eww)
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| So if you’ve got a pulse then you’re in luck
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| 'Cause I’m so drunk that I’m seeing two of you
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| «Who invited your twin, babe? |
| But she’s pretty cute…»
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| «Get away from me, boy! |
| Your head is screwed!»
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| «But girl, I think I love you…»
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| Street lights, woah-woah
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| These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
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| Ou here on these city nights, woah-woah
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| These lights burn so bright, woah-woah, oh
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| Street lights, woah-woah
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| These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
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| Out here on these city nights, woah-woah
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| These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |