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The same here and bar scene but the currency’s changed
The same old excuses surrounding his name
Holding onto something that was never yours to claim

We’ve hashed out the history through the smokes and the beers
Each detail dissected still your conscience ain’t clear
Searching for redemption in this slipstream of a year
The pulls gettin’ stronger
And we ain’t gettin’ no younger

Are we gonna love somebody sometime
When will any change be more than loose
Cos we been running round town hiding hearts in the pockets of our coats
And we’ve collars up high trying to hide from the ill winds that blow

The love of a good man such a foreign idea
A hand holding my hand is shrouded in fear
From all the broken hearts collected over many years
The list’s gettin’ longer
And we ain’t gettin’ no younger

Are we gonna love somebody sometime
When will any change be more than loose
Cos we been running round town hiding hearts in the pockets of our coats
And we’ve collars up high trying to hide from the ill winds that blow

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