| I don’t know where I lost my confidence
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| Somewhere between «are we there yet?» |
| and «have we been paid yet?»
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| Drew lines on a map and made it
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| Further then, than most did
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| Street scene smeared through darkened windows and the last dregs of sunlight
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| Came back and played catch up;
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| Boys to families, houses to new homes, and it’s lights out over Manchester
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| Keep yr promises held high, we want palace fires and seperate bedrooms
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| Oh! |
| There’s nothing you can say, you got exactly what you came for
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| Keep yr promises held high, we want palace fires and seperate bedrooms
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| Oh! |
| There’s nothing you can say, we got exactly what you came for
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| But do you wantwantwant it anymore?
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| And, d’you still dance to us sometimes?
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| I’ve got these polaroid daydreams of hopes packed flat
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| Of rented rooms with high ceilings built to spare feelings
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| And I’m worried Topshop is going to eat you and spit out yr bones for
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| coathangers
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| Keep yr promises held high, we want palace fires and seperate bedrooms
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| Oh! |
| There’s nothing you can say, you got exactly what you came for
|
| Keep yr promises held high, we want palace fires and seperate bedrooms
|
| Oh! |
| There’s nothing you can say, we got exactly what you came for
|
| Keep yr promises held high, we want palace fires and seperate bedrooms
|
| Oh! |
| There’s nothing you can say, you got exactly what you came for
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| Keep yr promises held high, we want palace fires and seperate bedrooms
|
| Oh! |
| There’s nothing you can say, we got exactly what you came for
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| (It's a little bit scrappy but…) |