| Monday night when we set out for thieving
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| Glue on the gloves you will never be found
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| Touching the ugly when we’re muddled
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| Memories for the weak in the night hour
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| There’s always nothing on
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| Yeah I know that even the movies make you scared
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| But it’s all we know, all we know
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| Still we go on and on and on and on
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| It’s all we know, all we know
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| Still we go on and on and on
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| Drinking in hope that the sidewalk’s still friendly
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| There’s nothing open and there’s no-one around
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| Touching the ugly when we’re muddled
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| Memories for the weak in the night hour
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| There’s always nothing on
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| Yeah I know that even the movies make you scared
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| But it’s all we know, all we know
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| Still we go on and on and on and on
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| It’s all we know, all we know
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| Still we go on and on and on and on and on and on and on
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| Monday night, Monday night
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| Monday night, fright night
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| I should never have left the warmth of this bed
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| But it’s always the same old boring night
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| And this is all we know, all we know
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| We go on and on and on and on
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| On and on and on
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| On and on and on and on and on
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| There’s always nothing on
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| There’s always nothing on
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| There’s always nothing on
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| There’s always nothing on
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| There’s always nothing on
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| There’s always nothing on
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| It’s all we know, all we know
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| We go on and on
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| It’s all we know, all we know
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| We go on and on and on and on… |