| It was secret
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| We’d had to sneak beyond the kitchen
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| Both well aware that there’d be trouble
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| if the manager should find us
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| You’d got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
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| you can carry much more than I can
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| And a wicked gale came howling up through
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| Sheffield City Centre
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| There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
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| Isn’t it boring when I talk about my dreams
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| I’m in a building and I notice
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| that I’m surrounded by the ocean
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| I get a feeling, I start running
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| don’t really know why I am running
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| I never really know why I am running
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| 'til I get caught
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| Want to wake up to my dream report?
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| And the snow was falling thick and fast
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| we were bombing down Los Feliz
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| It was You and Me and Miles Kane
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| And some kid I went to school with
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| Isn’t it ugly when I talk about my
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| Visions of the past and possible future
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| shoot through my mind and I can’t let go
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| Inseparable opposing images
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| When can you come back again?
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| And a wicked gale came howling up through
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| Sheffield City Centre
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| There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
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| Isn’t it boring when I talk about my dreams
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| It must be torture when I talk about my dreams |