Heh?. Guwop. . I see you treat me differently. 'Cause you don't need therapy on a Friday night. And you said you'd be there for me, I can't believe. I should have known you wouldn't at the time, no no.
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I know you don't like the sound of your laugh. I know you take a hunnid photographs. You post 'em on your wall. You don't know I love 'em all, do ya?.
I see you under blue skies. I need a little sunshine. I fell into your brown eyes. I told you I was your light. . No, I don't wanna talk about it. I don't wanna listen all that much.
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Don't let the sun go down, On an Empire,. It's too much to waste. Don't let the walls come down,. Round an Empire, It's too much to wave goodbye.. . We've been working for a long time,.
You spend your time in smokey rooms. where haggled old women with cheap perfume say. "it never happens for people like us you know". well nothing ever happened on it's own.
Half the kids who you grew up with. Were pushin' prams by the time that they were just sixteen. If love is a drug then where is the cure. For the girl who used to talk to you about her dream.
Go ahead, tell your little sob story,. Make it matter, make it end in glory.. They're all waiting for a sad old tale,. Crocodile tears on a tragic scale..
Slept in my clothes again. Couldn't make it to my own bed. I'd only lie awake. Thinking about bills to pay. You know I work all day. Trying to find a way.
Shelly was a good girl. She never left her daddy's side. She was a technodanceaphobic. And every night inside, she'd cry. . Megan was a bad girl. She never knew no right from wrong.
I never had a silver spoon. To help me orchestrate this tune. Look at us the same as you. And there's nothing anyone can't do. . So sing it from from the back of the room.
On dance floors from London to Liverpool. In the dark of the night when the air is cool. Out in the street in the pouring rain. In a concrete jungle that echoes your name.
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Saturday Saturday. Saturday Saturday. . Dead end friends on the washing line. Lining up for a dressing down. Frosty milkman in the morning. Desperate breakfast in a boring town.
The morning after, the revolution. P.C 1525 told me there was no real solution. Bruised lips and a ripped up jacket. Money all in the road. Sat down with a big fat mac.
Maybe it's to early. Maybe it's to late. Maybe it's just around the corner. But I don't wanna wait. . Maybe there's a reason. Maybe there's a plan. Maybe I'm heathen.
A nation of the finest shopkeepers. Now a nation of cloudy eyed checkout girls. Career opportunities love. You can stack the shelves. Or if you're lucky you can work the tills.
Standing in the rain, bus is late again, she's been waiting for the answer. She won't go away, until it comes her way, she won't miss another chance. Aaaaand it's hard to take, but she's hard to break.
Tired of same old places. Cold conversations and heartless faces. It's hard when you're young, it's too late when you're old. You give all you've got then you leave in a box.