Ten thousand drunken kids in a field can't be wrong
The
It was a hot and sultry afternoon
Sometime at the end
Trapped on the terraces, I looked at you and knew
You
You can write my place
Out of the life you make
And
So tomorrow there will be another number
For the one who
Wide-eyed, grinning in the darkened room
Sipping cactus brandy from a
Your quiet eyes
Your mouth that never tells lies
You've got one
It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man
Luck. Luck. Well, we have been very lucky. I mean,
What gives you the right?
To fuck with our lives?
A devil
Wake up
Say good morning to that sleepy person lying next
It’s all dark,
The streets are empty,
Take me home,
Here radio friendly.
Keep
and even though I told her of the danger
she went
Sorry for wasting your time
Five more months on the telephone
Your friends hold the lullabys
They watch the way the night
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