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The tide behind the eyes that never shut
The restless legs that never loosen up
Oh the sweet smell of the blood
Though the heart aches she was not made to love
Another summer wasted on a boy
When shadows leech the colour from your skin
And team by team we split and start again
Let the old, cracked mirror-ball
Spread the spotlight from the bar to the door
And visualise the roles you never played
Brave words die on your lips
In the wake of relationships
Eternal passers by
With the reek of repeat on our hides
But we're reaching out from every fall
Relief
Beneath
The dust on the dancefloor
Reflecting now his life is where he sits
An epitaph falls flat between dry lips
What a great day for demise
What a long road I have walked, just to die
To fall apart the way that people do
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