I am on, switched on
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A sudden clearness, a clarity
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Hidden away in every locked toilet,
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I’ve been waiting for you in the Joiners Arms
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I know your name,
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I know your name,
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I danced with you,
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we’re all friends on
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silver slugs, lined up like bullets,
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rolled up twenties, they disappear.
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You make my tongue loose
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You make my tongue loose
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I am hopeful and stutter-free.
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You make my tongue loose
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You make my tongue loose
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I am hopeful
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Friday night, I do all the talking,
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A pint and a fight, the dance floor is mine.
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Truth serum and limbs that won't listen,
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Drunken I love you’s on top of the world
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And when it runs out we’re chasing something we’ll never catch
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And when it runs out we’ll buy more.
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A flatness so bleak, I’ve been bitten by a vampire
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A flatness bleaker than the one it replaced.
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You make my tongue loose
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You make my tongue loose
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I am hopeful and stutter-free.
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You make my tongue loose
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You make my tongue loose
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I am hopeful
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I can charm, I can charm them all,
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I can charm them all
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I can charm I can charm the room
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I can charm them all
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You make my tongue loose
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You make my tongue loose
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I am hopeful and stutter-free.
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You make my tongue loose
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You make my tongue loose
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I am hopeful
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I can charm I can charm the room
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I can charm them all
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I can charm I can charm the room
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I can charm them all
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On
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| Bloc Party |
