So you found me on the floor,
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I'm split open at the seams,
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The lights of Birmingham are wet
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and blur in front of me,
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Today we woke up at 1,
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but it gets dark here at 3,
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It's getting hard to believe in anything,
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Today I called up my dad,
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Said "I'm off balance and weak",
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I'm feeling homesick for things I know don't think of me,
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He said "It's gonna get lighter, son, just wait there and see",
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It's getting hard to believe,
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Last night in Leeds,
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Ad and I found ourselves wandering the city,
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looking for pizza,
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All we found was complacency and somewhere to sleep,
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I'm still waiting for the map to say home's a week away,
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The boys are drowning in Strongbow,
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I'm amazed they can breathe,
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Weeble's just got caught stealing a Christmas tree,
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We drove all the way to Glasgow just watch our defeat,
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The venue flooded,
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Guess the band last night was too heavy,
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Last night in Leeds,
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Joe was talking to some bar maid,
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Trying to get lucky,
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I think it almost worked until he ran into Bobby,
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That kid pulled the cock-block of the century,
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I'm still waiting for the map to say home's a week away,
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Unless Grey Britain comes to me and says,
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"It's not so bad if you don't look at it that way"
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Last night in Leeds,
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The world collapsed all around me,
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Along with a shelf in the basement of Liv's house,
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By two or three, I thought we'd lost Josh and Mikey,
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They were skyhooking cans they hadn't emptied out,
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Last night in Leeds,
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I know we woke the neighbours,
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But I don't think anybody slept that night,
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Last night in Leeds,
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things got a bit lighter,
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I Guess my dad was Right,
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I'm still waiting for the map to say home's a week away,
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Unless Grey Britain comes to me and says,
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"It's not so bad if you don't look at it that way"
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Hostels And Brothels
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| The Wonder Years |
