| Harry, Liam, Noah, and Thomas
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| We skate into the Los Angeles night
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| We were six thousand miles from London
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| If we stick together, we’re gonna be alright
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| One, two, three, four
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| Harry, Liam, Noah, and Thomas
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| We skate into the Los Angeles night
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| We were six thousand miles from London
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| If we stick together, we’re gonna be alright
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| We danced with the feeling of no regret
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| As the sun was first beating 'round
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| Always seem to roll down a dead end street
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| So you know where we’re gonna be found
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| Everybody says we gotta come on, and stop this fooling around
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| Buried to the ceiling with my force clipped on
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| Who’d care if it all goes wrong?
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| Harry, Liam, Noah, and Thomas
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| We skate into the Los Angeles night
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| We were six thousand miles from London
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| If we stick together, we’re gonna be alright
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| We were standing on the corner
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| Them four weeks passed so fast
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| And we only got each other, and it’s us against the best
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| Standing up tall, us against all
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| No one fucking with our heads
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| We ain’t falling for no lie again, or someone will end up (that's swell)
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| Harry, Liam, Noah, and Thomas
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| We skate into the Los Angeles night
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| We were six thousand miles from London
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| If we stick together, we’re gonna be alright (yeah)
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| Harry, Liam, Noah, and Thomas
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| We skate into the Los Angeles night
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| We were six thousand miles from London
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| If we stick together, we’re gonna be alright
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| If we stick together, we’re gonna be alright |