Sits in her chair as she listens to '87
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All those hours spent stargazing in the
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Bastions of the night
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Prancing and the dancing
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As opportunities knocked within celebrity
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Corridors
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I could have been famous you know
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She mutters to her young ones who have heard
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It too many times before
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But it's alright
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Cos that was then and this is now
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It's alright
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Cos youthful yesterfun is not tomorrows way
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He stumbles over debris of last night's
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Take-out
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Tasting memories of arms around him
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Not like the nights before
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Things were different then
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Anyway
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It's been a long night out
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But those old moves don't seem to drop the
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Same way they did back then
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But it's alright
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Cos that was then and this is now
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It's alright
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Cos youthful yesterfun is not tomorrows way
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He's late, he's late again
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But this time there's no excuse for him to give
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As he approached to find her standing there
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Seems my time with you was spent waiting for the right moment
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Waiting for that break you always went on about
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But no more 'cos to stay... and wait...
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Would mean our lives will never change
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Sits in her chair as she listens to '87
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All those hours spent stargazing in the
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Bastions of the night
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But it's alright
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But it's alright
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But it's alright
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But it's alright...
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It's alright
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| Attica Blues |
