| They found sixth-form poetry scrawled on the walls
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| Of your old bedroom
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| And Friday night is going to free-fall
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| Through club lust, angel dust and sweet perfume
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| And you remind me of some art-house black and white I saw
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| They’d coloured it with chalk
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| And are you wise? |
| Wise beyond your years or
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| Or are you all talk?
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| Now, don’t you think something’s gotta happen soon?
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| It’s been so long now since they changed that tune
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| Oh, Juliet keep that in mind
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| Well there is something so beautifully chic
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| About burning out so young
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| When you accessorise with bruises on your cheek
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| And cool tricks of the tongue
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| You’re spending Saturday alone drowning heartache out
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| With cheap red wine
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| I know you want to make the news but lately all you do
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| Is memorise the headlines
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| Now, don’t you think something’s gotta happen soon?
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| It’s been so long now since they changed that tune
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| Oh, Juliet keep that in mind
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| Sometimes you’ll count the days
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| And sometimes you’ll just slip away
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| There are watches to unwind
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| And ladders still to climb
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| Now, don’t you think something’s gotta happen soon?
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| It’s been so long now since they changed that tune
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| Oh, Juliet keep that in mind
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| Don’t you think something’s gotta happen soon?
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| It’s been so long now since they changed that tune
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| Oh, Juliet keep that in mind
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| Keep that in mind
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| Keep that in mind
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| Juliet
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| Juliet |