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Dark harbourzz and early closing never stopped you moving |
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So why'd they make you stay? |
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You got used to the sound of mornings |
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Hazy comedowns in sleepy coastal towns |
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Stay out, stay out |
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Keep the summer in check |
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All the problems caused, I don't regret it yet |
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We don't make plans for the weekends |
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I wish we had the answers |
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But Katie said we're led by string |
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We do what we can, we do what we can |
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We bury our voices and we cut up our hands |
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On elegant terms, we do what we can |
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So darken the harbourzz |
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Plow up the waters |
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Hole all the boats so we drown all the tourists |
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And whoever loses will cover their bruises |
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We cover each other, we lie to our lovers |
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But it's alright, I don't regret it |
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Rumours are drawn out, quartered on the internet |
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And we don't make plans for the weekends |
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I wish we had the answers |
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But Katie said we're led by string |
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We do what we can, we do what we can |
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We bury our voices and we cut up our hands |
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On elegant terms, we do what we can |
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(We do what we can, we do what we can) |
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And maybe the draught lasted through spring |
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I'm hardly remembering anything |
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It means enough, to know at least |
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We've hung around and made our peace |
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(Amateur! Historian!) |
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So darken the harbourzz |
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Plow up the waters |
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Hole all the boats so we drown all the tourists |
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We cover each other, we lie to our lovers |
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She makes her own badges |
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And I ain't paid for one yet... |