Down your street and through the car park.
Snow freezing the blood in your hands.
The wind got tired of
Blowing us back into town
Away from your old school
The names you couldn’t shake
Drifting from the old disasters
Of hearts you couldn’t break
[chorus]
Shoot the lights out on the things that we did wrong. It all starts now.
We’ve got days to live to make up what we missed. It all starts now
Seventeen dark Novembers
On pavements full of cracks
Lost your hopes in the city
And now you have to buy yourself back
[chorus]
Never took the chance to be
Something I thought I lacked
The only things I give away
Are things I don’t want back
[chorus]
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