| I get up and look at the clock
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| Stumble out, check my teeth to see if they’ve rot
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| Brush em now, looking out for the hair of the dog
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| Hunt em down, on the rocks one coffee and I’m off
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| I’m coming round 'cause the train I’m on don’t wanna stop
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| For after effect
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| And you’re loving the taste of the grog still up in his breath
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| And the moment of reason is gone cluttered by 'yes'
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| Now you squint in the sunlight asking «What's next?»
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| Now I’ve woke with a shock in the night
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| Asking «Hey why are the shudders blocking the light?»
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| «Dude it’s midday»
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| «Oh could you ask Mario to borrow an extra light
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| To hit the pub or hit sixteen pads like a Tekken fight»
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| I’m really just riding the day as I see it
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| And the feeling I’m fighting away was quite decent
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| And the precedent has been set nights ago
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| Decadence and the predicate sunlight grows
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| So it’s another all night to call dawn
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| And though I got you on my mind I know your roll call
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| I should take it as a sign and forget it all
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| But not much is black and white or straight forward
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| Bar another invite, watch the wall
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| Another glass asked why, single malt
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| We play the stages of our time and look for the fall
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| Warm out, moonlight, I might take a walk
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| But half of the punters that chase the waste, the escape
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| The uncharted estate steadily hard to relate
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| Still the toilet looked better than it ever should’ve
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| And we drunkenly revel in it
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| Getting full of all the drink and the devil and shit
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| Live for the second, the minute, the moment
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| But I don’t know if I’m coping
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| Don’t have the stamina, no hammer and tong hedonist
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| You go ahead me, I’m not taking on Everest
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| Maybe thinking too much, making assumptions
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| This, that, seems sprouted I can’t function
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| I slide into the bar, I’m vaguely aware of the bizarre
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| Dance macabre, strangers pair off
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| The ritual starts with a tap on the shoulder
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| But the company here’s just making loneliness colder
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| So I’m back out the door, looking for lord knows
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| The grey blue half light and the long walk home
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| Here come the sunlight, we’ve ridden the rhythm
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| It was a fun night, took everything we were given
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| I had a night that I could never forget
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| A little this, a little that, and a little regret
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| I walk through the door of the club
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| Rub my eyes, gravitate to the bar, it’s a hub
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| Overpriced, it’s like even the bouncer’s on drugs
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| Yeh she nice, but as trashy as a cigarette stub with a glamour disguise
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| All the more tired and worn, the music blaring
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| See me creeping towards dawn like a ferry
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| They take photographs with their phones, I’m beyond caring
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| I just take my smoky clothes home, put em' out for airing
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| And in the second I’ll reflect on the cheques and balances
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| A saturday night Bobba Fett and yet still manage to
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| Tip the break of dawn, we broke the laws of physics
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| But for now I’ve got a cup of tea and a couch to visit
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| Out like a lizard drinking, man I’m done with thinking
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| Calling peeps up and asking them to bring cigs, we done big tings
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| And any women gets the message grab
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| Here comes the sunshine so I can’t be had
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| Swore there was something more to this
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| I dont know, so I’m getting slowly pissed
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| The warm glow, I don’t know if you get my gist
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| But I’m cyclops like there’s plenty of fish but I’m dry docked
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| And I’m content sitting here on the pier with no boat
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| Patient, waiting for that ship to come in, it’s so slow
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| Could be the part of the joke, maybe clutching at smoke
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| But this frustrated bloke is going to trust, hit and hope
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| 12 hours is a lot of time to get your drink on
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| Got me thinking about the bottom line and where to kick on
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| This stamina is killin, softly slow the music
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| I’m hammered and feeling free got to hold on or lose it
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| Now I know that the movement towards sleep is imminent
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| I could keep it in a sit or take fatigue a prisoner
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| Some help from a friend now at the end of the bag
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| And get this night to extend, it was the best I’ve ever had
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| We greet with a kiss on the cheek
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| It’s awkward, you frown and ask 'where did we meet?'
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| I laugh and I should’ve just shaken your hand but who gives a damn
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| We pretend we’re friends, probably won’t see her again
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| That’s cool, this young disposable income
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| Got me buying and justifying til the morning come |