| Look alive, look alive
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| Can’t catch us by surprise this time, this time
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| We drift, we drift like phantoms and the cautious sing us their anthems
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| We can quote, we can quote you any of the hymnals while seated in the back pew
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| But we are terrified of what we’ve said and done tonight
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| We are the dirty, rotten, cheap and confused
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| Caught in a lost weekend, a lost weekend
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| Holy rollers and jokers, fantasy’s over
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| So return as prodigals
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| Smash the walls, fight your friends
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| It’s getting out of hand again, again
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| Freezing cold, freezing cold
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| This cigarette is useless
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| I swear it’s my last one
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| We are ghosts, we are ghosts
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| We’re hiding from our day jobs in bar room sanctuary’s
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| We are terrified of what we’ve said and done tonight
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| We lost our way, we starved for days, is that the best we can do? |