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Looking for a way out |
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Of the days of dissolution |
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As the tension mounts |
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The diamonds in the fire |
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Touch it your gonna get burnt |
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As they patronise |
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Look in their eyes |
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They secretly yearn to say |
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Oh oh leave us alone |
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I shouldn't have to tell you down the microphone |
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The tide of your life |
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You know it starts to change |
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And when you try to do something different |
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You are met with malign |
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And it fills you with a feeling |
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That then leads to self doubt |
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As you sit drunk at the bar |
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And from the corner of your mouth you say |
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Oh oh leave us alone |
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I shouldn't have to tell you down the microphone |
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How can you dance when you're on your own? |
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But when you're caught in the cradle of Monday's arms |
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Your pissed up drunken madness |
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Didn't warm to their charms |
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And you sit a little stiff |
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And you search for a line |
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To try again but don't say when |
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And until that time we say |
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Oh oh leave us alone |
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I shouldn't have to tell you down the microphone |
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How can you dance when you're on your own? |
