Words and music by Roddy Frame
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Still, so, here we go, nighthawk calls again,
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Meeting after midnight like we do
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Flesh bared, never scared, know their kind too well.
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"Grab that Gretsch before the truth hits town",
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You whispered to me as they fell.
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Chorus:
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And when I'm safe and sound with nothing left to send,
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The bugle sounds again.
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The cards are on the table now and every other cliche
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somehow fits me like a glove.
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You know that I'd be loathe to call it love.
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For strength will come to tower above
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the things that I have learned to love
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and just as I'm about to say 'Amen',
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the bugle sounds again.
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The vampires made a killing, filled their pockets up with shillings
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saying 'someone has to pay' and you were still in hiding
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Singing 'Come and cry beside me' so I ran away.
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And when I'm safe and sound with nothing left to send,
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The bugle sounds again.
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The Bugle Sounds Again
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Aztec Camera |