We¡¯ll walk through the city at night,
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And talk about what holds no relevance,
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Swaying and stumbling with my arm around yours,
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I can see pink elephants,
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And the smell of kebab meat and sausage in batter,
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Will always remind me of you,
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In the chip shop at the end of the night,
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Making sure I get some food,
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So kiss me underneath this lamppost light,
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I know it smells of piss but
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You look beautiful tonight,
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If I had the money we¡¯d be in a cab,
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Not waiting for this bloody bus,
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But I¡¯ll hold you tight so you don¡¯t get cold,
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You¡¯re never one to fuss,
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I kiss you after you¡¯ve thrown up in the gutter,
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I¡¯d do anything for you,
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A broken heart and a poisoned liver,
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But we will stumble through,
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So kiss me underneath this lamppost light,
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I know it smells of piss but
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You look beautiful tonight,
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My head is spinning and my body¡¯s shaking,
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As I cover my eyes from the light,
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Why do I feel so dehydrated,
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When I drank so much last night?
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When you breathe I feel your tiny body move next to me,
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And my heart beats like a hammer Lord knows,
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Cos I¡¯ve travelled through a million towns,
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But I never seen two eyes as lovely as those,
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So kiss me underneath this lamppost light,
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I know it smells of piss but
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Underneath This Lamppost Light
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| The King Blues |
