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[ti:Fairytales And Firesides] |
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[ar:Passenger] |
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[al:] |
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We are bitter losers, snarling through our smiles |
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We’re the lost boys, in the supermarket isles |
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We’re Christmas dogs, dumped by the side of the road |
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Confused, we will run for miles |
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We are road rage |
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We are stone age |
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We are wild |
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We are busted light bulbs, in a backstreet neon sign |
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We’re the shaking gun, in a service station line |
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We’ll drink though we’re drunk, |
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We’ll sink though we’ve sunk |
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We’re fucked but we say that we’re fine |
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We are rampage, |
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Missing back page’s in our spine |
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We long, for journeys and the roadside |
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We long, for starlight and the low tide |
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Yeah, we long, for fairy tales and firesides |
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We are coffeehouse cynics, |
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Too righteous, too rigid to believe |
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Disappointed romantics, |
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Scraping the heart’s from our sleeves |
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We’re the toothless drunk, |
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We’re the ageing punk |
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Yeah, we are Adam, |
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We’re the apple and we’re Eve |
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We are beggars with shiny pennies, on our knees |
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We long, for sunlight on the hillsides |
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Yeah, we long, for yesterdays and hindsight |
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Oh, we long, for fairy tales and firesides |
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And oh, |
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Yeah we long for carnivals and fairground rides |
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Oh, we long for journeys and the roadsides |
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Oh, we long for fairy tales and firesides |
