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Hands down for a war economy! |
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And I hope it's enough, |
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And I hope its enough. |
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Thru all the budget traumas, Blackout dramas, |
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Drawing straws for the one |
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Still beats splitting hairs in the stock room |
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Ah, ah, ah |
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Always overreaching what you wished for, |
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Losing all yr change on the bathroom floor, |
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O please, concede |
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Were on the promenade where we could see the stars |
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(Couldn't go back, Back) |
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Like holiday heaven |
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(Couldn't go back, Back) |
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Now we're 9 months on, |
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(Couldn't go back, Back) |
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I'm having revelations in some student union |
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We'll pull up our hoods and wear this winter out. |
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We'll all stay warm some how. |
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Bad navigation |
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Are they dark harbourzz? |
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Are they service stations? |
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O I count motorway lights in my sleep |
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Hold all yr secrets in a dark heart, |
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Breaking the horizon now the death stars gone, |
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O please, concede |
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Were on the promenade where we could see the stars |
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(Couldn't go back, Back) |
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like holiday heaven |
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(Couldn't go back, Back) |
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Now we're 9 months on, |
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(Couldn't go back, Back) |
|
I'm having revelations in some student union |
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We'll pull up our hoods and wear this winter out. |
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We'll all stay warm some how. |
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Hands down for a war economy! |
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And I hope it's enough, |
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And I hope its enough. |
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And wear this winter out. |
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We'll all stay warm some how. |
