Oh the lights outside they're as bright as the sun
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They're much brighter than anyone.
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Oh the girls in the Queue yes they're waiting for you
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Well they're waiting for their song to be sung.
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And when the night turns to day and all the people go away
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It's not the same, tell me who's to blame?
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And when the stars shine so bright on the cold December night
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I wish that I was on that stage
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Oh won't you take a ride with me
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through the Barrowland history
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and I'll sing you a song or two
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People they may stop and stare but baby I, I just don't care it's
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it's only me and you.
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And the drink and dance and drugs you know
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it's all part of the show we go to
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Maybe I should tell you.
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That people they may stop and stare but baby I, I just don't care
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tonight, it's only me and you.
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Oh nothing beats the feeling of the high Barrowland ceiling
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When the band starts to play.
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Won't you buy me a drink and I'll tell her what I think
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If she gets in my way
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And when the night turns to day and all the people go away
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It's not the same, tell me who's to blame?
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And when the stars shine so bright on the cold December night
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I wish that I was on that stage
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[Chorus]
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And when the night turns to day
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And the lights they fade away
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I wish that life and love would pass me by
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And when the band stops a song because there's something going on
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Well there is magic in the air I swear.
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And I wish that I saw Bowie, playing on that stage
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I wish that I saw something, to make me come of age.
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[Chorus]
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Barrowland Ballroom
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Amy Macdonald |