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A little after 12
The function suite was full
With people I had never seen before
Ripped up ticket stamps
Confetied on the floor
It dawned on me Id seen it all before
Cool your beans my son
You look a f**king mess
No ones getting out of here, tonight
Hit that button there
The one that just says wrong
Well lose our lives through all our favourite songs
Go forward later to find your flat on your feet
When you werent in the room I was nailed to my seat
I m like a prisoner getting ready to stalk
I feel the blood in my hands and the step in your walk
And suddenly I lift the roof off the place
And theres a fault in my step
And a grin on my face
You cant contain me but you did it on me
Get me back in my box
And snap the branches off me
A little after 4
The function suite is dead
And I am just a ripped up ticket stamp
Heres a helping hand
A voice thats far too close
And I am up and on my broken limbs
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Go forward later to find your flat on your feet
When you werent in the room I was nailed to my seat
I m like a prisoner getting ready to stalk
I feel the blood in my hands and the thread in your walk
And suddenly I lift the roof off the place
Theres a fault in my step
Theres a grin on my face
You cant contain me but you did it on me
To Get me back in my box
And snap the branches off me
And suddenly I lift the roof off the place
And theres a fault in my step
And a grin on my face
You cant contain me but you did it on me
To Get me back in my box
And snap the branches off me