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Walking briskly passed the blue Corsa
I'm reminded of the one that my mother had when I was a child
Dido on the CD player
Rain pouring down the windscreen
Headlights reflecting off the concrete
I ascend the stairs and request a return ticket
Although I'll likely miss the last train home
Then attempt in vain to strike up a conversation
With the man behind the window
He descends the stairs
And clambers into his little lovely blue car
How nice, it's the end of his shift
Now he's looking for a four pack of super strength lager
Liver, onion, chips dinner
Delicious
Late night tele in a one bed flat
No bonds with anyone
Had a few mates that you never text back
No bonds with anyone
Met a nice girl, couldn't help but lose her
No bonds with anyone
Now on a barstool, alone in an old bloke's boozer
No bonds with anyone
Writer(s): James Aslanidis, Justin Williams, Richard Harris, Sebastian Stefani
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