| Well the sky’s turning purple
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| Above the community centre
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| And I’m sitting in a circle
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| Telling my secrets to strangers
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| And they say I’ve got a problem
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| But I don’t know that I’ve got one
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| 'Cause you never know that you’ve got one
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| 'Til someone comes along and spots one
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| They say it’s the hardest step
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| But it’s the first one of many
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| And my feet are stuck to the ground
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| And I can’t seem to take any
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| I could tell them I just came
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| For the free cup of tea and the biscut
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| And make my way towards the door
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| But I don’t think I can risk it
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| 'Cause I never wanted to stay
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| But the morning came so soon
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| And we all know the words
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| But we just sing them out of tune
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| 'Cause I had my first drink when I was fourteen
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| And I knew that I was in trouble
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| 'Cause I woke up the next morning
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| With my face down in the rubble
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| And everyone was drinking singles
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| I pour myself a double
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| I just needed a little bit more
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| And now I’m sitting here with my name badge
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| And I’m listening to the same sad stories
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| About their old dads
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| Who’re making all the same
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| Bad turning’s at their crossroads
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| And drowning all their sorrows
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| Without any lifeguard around
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| Oh no, I never wanted to stay
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| But the morning came so soon
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| And oh, we all know the words
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| But we just sing them out of tune
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| And oh, oh no
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| And the sky’s turning dark
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| So we step out into the car-park
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| And I see you all same place, same time next week
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| But before we go our separate ways
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| Theres just one thing I’d like to say is
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| Anybody up for a drink |