| You tried to play it cool,
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| When the blue lights started flashing,
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| But that calm demeanour slipped,
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| On the day that you got nicked,
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| Cut me open and you’ll see,
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| That same anxiety runs all the way through me,
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| That stick of rock you never licked.
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| All the stories that we tell,
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| Roy and Haley, Curly and Raquel,
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| Romantic reference,
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| Come on tell me what’s your preference?
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| Celebrating my love for you,
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| With a stick’n’poke and an Iron Brew,
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| Wondering if you can even tell?
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| Finding some excuse to walk in your direction,
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| Bathe you in concealed affection,
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| Subtlety’s a word I cannot spell,
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| But it’s probably just as well.
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| Here’s the rub, they bulldozed the companions club,
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| Now we’ve gotta learn to occupy our time,
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| Kicking stones, so it goes,
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| All our favourite haunts are closed,
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| Let’s sack it off and play a board game back at mine.
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| Weatherfield Mademoiselle,
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| Thinking back to Curly and Raquel,
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| On your arrival,
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| I can stick on the subtitles.
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| Celebrating my love for you,
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| With a cherry pop and a bad tattoo,
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| And wondering if you can even tell?
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| Finding some excuse to walk in your direction,
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| Bathe you in concealed affection,
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| Subtlety’s a word I cannot spell,
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| But it’s probably just as well.
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| It’s the story of,
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| A lonely kid who fell in love,
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| When you spray painted ‘ACAB' on the wall,
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| Of the local village hall.
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| Celebrate my love for you with a stick and poke tattoo. |