A little after twelve
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The function suite was full
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Of people I had never seen before
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Ripped up ticket stubs
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Confettied on the floor
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It dawned on me I'd seen it all before
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Cool your beans my son
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You look a fucking mess
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No ones getting out of here tonight
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Hit that button there
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The one that just says wrong
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We'll lose our minds to all our favourite songs
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Throw forward to later
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you look light on your feet
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When you whirled in the room
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I was nailed to my seat
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I'm like a prisoner
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getting ready to talk
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I feel the blood in my hands
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and the threat in your walk
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And suddenly
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it lifts the roof off the place
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It puts a vault in my step
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And a grin on my face
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It can't contain me
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but you'll need an army
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To get me back in my box
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Or snap the branches off me
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A little after four
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The function suite is dead
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And I am just a ripped up ticket stub
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But heres a helping hand
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A voice that's far to close
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And I am up and on my broken limbs
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Throw forward to later
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you look light on your feet
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When you whirled in the room
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I was nailed to my seat
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I'm like a prisoner
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getting ready to talk
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I feel the blood in my hands
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and the threat in your walk
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And suddenly
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it lifts the roof off the place
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It puts a vault in my step
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And a grin on my face
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It can't contain me
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but you'll need an army
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To get me back in my box
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Or snap the branches off me
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And suddenly
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it lifts the roof off the place
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It puts a vault in my step
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And a grin on my face
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It can't contain me
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but you'll need an army
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To get me back in my box
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Or snap the branches off me
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Disaster Button
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Snow Patrol |