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Apr 2016
It's almost morning
And it's cold outside
I'm walking home
From the club, I cried

There's a silence
            I can hear it
And it feels so loud
But I saw you dancing in the crowd

If only had I listened
To the things you'd said
Then perhaps I would not
End up alone in bed
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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     Vanessa Gatley
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