(J. Ferguson/Sloan)
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When you and your cast of friends arrive
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And the party reaches a new high
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Don't you think it'll last too long
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Before you know it, baby
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They break out into that song
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That I know I've heard it once or twice
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From where I just can't be precise
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Even though it's irrelevant
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It's as if I've woken from
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A confused and cloudy dream
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But you write the saddest song
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Turn around and make it a singalong
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The heart scratch melody
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Means there's more than this for you and me
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When you wait by the door, look for your ride
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Where the shoes are piled up on the side
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And the dancing's out of hand
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Don't leave just 'cause they won't play your favourite band
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And the night it goes on and on
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And I'm waiting for slow songs
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But I block out most of the singing
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Replaced by bells, is that your ride?
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You only just arrived
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Could you write the saddest song
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Turn around and make it a singalong
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The heart scratch melody
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Means there's more than this for you and me
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Yeah
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And the night it goes on and on
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I'm through waiting for slow songs
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But I block out most of the ringing
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Replaced by thoughts unjustified
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I wish that I could write
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Could you write the saddest song
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Turn around and make it a singalong
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The heart scratch melody
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Means there's more to this than you and me
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If words could be combined
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To describe your trademark look tonight
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I'd write it out to boost my career
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But you know that writing always takes me years
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WAITING FOR SLOW SONGS
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| Sloan |