Waiting for the seven eighteen
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January is endless
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Weary-eyed and forlorn
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The Northern Line is the loudest
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Sitting in silence in bars after work
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I've got nothing to add or contest
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Can still kick a ball a hundred yards
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We cling to bottles and memories of the past
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(Give me moments)
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Just give me moments (give me moments)
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Not hours or days (give me moments)
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Just give me moments (give me moments)
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Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night
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With the sadness of those molars
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Spend all your spare time trying to escape
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With crosswords and sudoku
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If I could do it again
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I'd make more mistakes
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I'd not be so scared of falling
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If I could do it again,
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I'd climb more trees
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I'd pick and I'd more wild
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blackberries
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(Give me moments)
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Just give me moments (give me moments)
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Not hours or days (give me moments)
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Just give me moments (give me moments)
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Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend [x4]
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Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend [x4]
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Waiting For The 7:18
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| Bloc Party |
