The grass is screaming long
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midnight cars roll past
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I've been chasing your room
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while the summer lasts
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So count it on your fingers
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if we got it wrong
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It's because the days have no numbers
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If we leave tonight
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then we leave it all behind
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Drinking alphabetically
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because the beauty's gone all sore
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Honey dripping pale of skin
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while there's bodies underneath the floor
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So Count it on your fingers
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If we got it wrong it's cause the days have no numbers
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If we leave tonight
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then we leave it all behind
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Abacus
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| Fionn Regan |
