| It all started about 20 past 4 in the afternoon
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| The sun was high in the sky and so was I
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| I had my speakers on and Toots was telling me that it is you
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| I invite my friends round to have a drink
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| And before too long we were dancing
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| As the sun set somewhere over in Collingwood
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| With a can in each hand we went out into the night
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| Into that ever-familiar Melbourne city lights
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| Don’t you wish these nights go on forever
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| Now the clock strikes 10 past 10
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| It seems like a good a reasons as any do go and do some shots
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| But all we really wanted to do was to smoke some pot
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| So we made our way through the beer garden
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| Through the haze of conversation and tobacco smoke
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| To find ourselves underneath the tree
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| To smoke a little Sensi-Mi
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| And now onto the dancefloor looking for much much more
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| As Mike Skinner sings the line — Will we become heroes
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| Don’t you wish these nights go on forever
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| Now it reaches that point in the night
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| Where it ain’t no longer a point in the night
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| People have started dropping off like flies
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| The only ones left, they got too high, hey
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| So we walk out of the bar shielding our eyes
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| And avoiding the gaze of those who have started their day
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| We make our way far too tired to talk
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| So we spark up a joint to ease the thought of having to sleep
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| These moments get lost cos our memory’s been a blur
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| Like a sense and feeling it will go on forever
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| These nights are not rare and that is not why we care
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| We are who we are and that is more than enough
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| Cos people around me make me feel alive
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| And I’ve got a feeling that I’ll never die
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| Cos people around me make me feel alive
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| And I’ve got a feeling that I’ll never die
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| Don’t you wish these nights go on forever
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| Don’t you wish these nights go on forever |