| Turn off the light,
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| there’s no-one there
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| It’s just your friends,
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| they’ve come to stare
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| Ask your friends what they
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| need, they need to
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| drain and bleed
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| That’s what friends are for,
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| that’s what friends are for
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| We meet on an empty street,
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| eyes flicker recognition,
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| don’t meet
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| If I was you I’d rather not
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| I’ll pass to go, you are full stop
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| You pick up a rumour,
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| malignant vocal tumour
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| Pass the poison round
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| Live it up and live it down
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| Pass the poison round
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| Live it up and live it down
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| A cloud bursts over the river,
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| the bills still need paying
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| Don’t look to me for tears,
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| I’ve cried myself dry
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| I’ve cried myself dry,
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| I’ve cried myself dry
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| A version of a life is what you
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| live you know
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| If you lose any more face,
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| you’ll disappear without a trace
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| Without a trace
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| A version of a life is what you
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| live you know
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| Someone gave me the whisper, a
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| shiver ran through the industry
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| Every word sticks in my throat,
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| like a needle, herring-bone coat
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| I’ve been around,
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| I’ve been around,
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| I’ve been around and round
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| and round and round
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| and round and round
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| Around and round
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| It’s time to wind down now
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| It’s time to wind down… |