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Jan 2014
We're in this
Great Big City
Neon lights are all on
& I'm talking to the stoners
Who do everything wrong.

We whistle to the moon
Sing our songs of love
There's not much we can do
because
We just can't rise above.

- You tell me you don't know me
So how'd you know I'm lonely? -

This lethal cycle turns again
We've broken bottles at our feet
We drink, we smoke, we fly and fall
We're always sleeping, never eat.

We can say this is the last time
But the last time comes again
We say that we can quit
But we'll abuse until we're dead.

- You tell me you can save me but
Are you so sure I'm worth saving? -
Influenced by The Fratellis "Whistle for the Choir"
Cat McNicholl
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Cat McNicholl
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