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All dressed up with somewhere to go
I got ten new messages on my phone
Keep trying to stop the night from falling to pieces
And it goes on and on and on
Where we going and where’s she gone?
This whole night is just falling to pieces
And we go on and on and on
Talking shite through the night
Just trying to stop our argument falling to pieces
We slag off America in the pub
Say ‘the war was shite’ then in the club
Drink some Buds and smoke some Marlboro Lights
The world was a mess but his hair was perfect
The world was a mess but his hair was perfect
Repulsive seaters on TV,
I’d love to care but I’m too busy
It’s time to go cause my hair is done,
Well, where’s my mobile gone?
This girl’s mouth is moving ‘ra-ra-ra’
Her eyes and fingers are slipping
She drops the glass and it’s fallen to pieces
The guy behind, his eyes meet mine
‘Please – I don’t wanna fight,
Please don’t touch my face or hair cos that would ruin my night’
The world was a mess but his hair was perfect
The world was a mess but his hair was perfect
The world was a mess but his hair was perfect
The world was a mess but his hair was perfect
Tchau, 2018.
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