I'll see you round about midnight
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You know I won't be late
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Let's dive into this crap house
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And truth hell have to wait
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The truth of what has gone before
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Lies bleeding on the floor
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The only truth remaining still
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Is that truth don't matter anymore
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So meet me round about midnight
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I won't let you down I swear
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We'll hang on to each other
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Down at the new Times Square
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It seems that we can't run from this
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No matter how we try
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There's nothing here worth keeping
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So let's kiss it all goodbye
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Tell me what's worth keeping anyway
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It doesn't seem to matter
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What we do or what we say
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Everything we had
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They have now taken it all away
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The truth don't matter anymore
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New Times Square
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| Chris Rea |
