| [00:13.11] | Spent the night in three drinks time |
| [00:15.67] | Where the bars were full it was summertime |
| [00:18.91] | Punks were hangin out in the park |
| [00:21.32] | While someone practised electric guitar |
| [00:24.54] | We drank some homemade wine |
| [00:25.94] | Now my heads not straight |
| [00:27.31] | So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate |
| [00:30.25] | Half expecting to catch a sight |
| [00:33.08] | Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night |
| [00:36.03] | La la la la la laaaaa |
| [00:47.96] | Feel the sea like the blood is shed |
| [00:49.95] | As the dawn rubs up against our aching head |
| [00:53.09] | Girls light up pull there hoods up tight |
| [00:56.12] | Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night |
| [00:58.46] | Well I spent the night in three drinks time |
| [01:01.47] | Bars were full there was no closing time |
| [01:04.55] | Punks comparing tattoos and their scars |
| [01:07.37] | Now everyone's waiting for the band to start |
| [01:10.30] | La la la la la laaaaaa |
| [01:21.87] | (Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from) |
| [01:33.33] | Woohoo woohoo woohoo |
| [01:44.50] | Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway |
| [01:47.17] | Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes |
| [01:50.45] | Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle |
| [01:53.02] | By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle |
| [01:55.70] | Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church |
| [01:58.85] | Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds |
| [02:01.71] | The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream |
| [02:04.47] | And see what such grand stories |
| [02:07.51] | He's in the right to the left wing |
| [02:10.06] | He tries so hard |
| [02:11.58] | But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard |
| [02:13.29] | The singers blood runs cold like the spree |
| [02:15.67] | But not this girl not when she was 19 |
| [02:18.60] | It was 1989 |
| [02:24.63] | Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from |
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