| Twenty twenty’s been and gone
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| Maybe our twenties went on too long
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| And January didn’t go as planned
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| Thirty one days still no sign of dry land
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| Pre-Chorus
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| Who’s that city boy?
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| You don’t talk to strangers on the weekend
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| Cos your girlfriend gets annoyed
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| So you don’t drink too much
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| Cos when you do all bets are off
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| And you get sensitive to touch
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| I’ll save you from tomorrow
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| You saved me from tonight
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| Lost a Scorpio to Cancer in July
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| Maybe our horoscopes were all lies
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| And autumn leaves a bad taste in my mouth
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| Tell the flock to pack their bags and fly south
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| Pre-Chorus
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| Who’s that country boy?
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| You don’t talk to strangrs on the weekend
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| Cos your girlfriend gts annoyed
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| So you don’t think too much
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| Cos when you do all bets are off
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| And you get sensitive to touch
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| I’ll save you from tomorrow
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| You saved me from tonight
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| I’ll save you from tomorrow
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| You saved me from tonight
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| I’ll save you from tomorrow
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| (Who said it wasn’t true?)
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| You saved me from tonight
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| (Who said it wasn’t true?) |