| Switching on the city lighting
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| All the homes feel so secure
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| 'cos the west is ever caring
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| She can keep your home fires burning
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| Switching to a bedroom lighting
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| Hiding low you’re insecure
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| Hand around the candle you say
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| There’s no more joy to come tomorrow
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| Caught in the act
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| You were taking your time
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| You said nothing would change
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| Nothing would change so
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| Nothing would
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| Selling out your future
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| Selling out your future
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| Drew the curtains shut the lights out
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| Slept alone upon the floor
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| But you couldn’t stop the draught creeping
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| Underneath the front door
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| You ignored the press gang selling
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| Lottery tickets at the stairs
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| But you already sold your hat for
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| A dark green helmet yesterday
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| Caught in the trap
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| You had nothing to choose
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| You saw everything lost
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| You had nothing to say
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| Nothing to say, so nothings said
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| Selling out your future
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| Selling out your future
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| Switching on the city lighting
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| All the homes feel so secure
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| 'cos the west is ever caring
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| She can keep the camera staring
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| Switching on your colour vision
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| Smiling faces lie to you
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| Faded voices crying 'Fall into line
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| The 'Fall out', comes tomorrow
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| Caught in the trap
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| You were taking your time
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| They were buying your mind
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| You had nothing to say
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| Nothing to say, so nothings said
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| Selling out your future
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| Selling out your future |