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a little after 12

the function sweet was full

with people i had never seen before

ripped up ticket stubs

confetied on the floor

it dawned on me i'd 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

we'll lose our lives through all our favourite songs

go forward to later you'll land flat on your feet

when you where in the room i was nailed to my seat

im like a prisoner getting ready to talk

i feel the in my hands and the threat in your walk

and suddenly it lifts the roof af the place

it puts a volt in my step

and a grin on my face

it cant contain me but you leaning on me

to 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 stub

but heres a helping hand

a voice thats far to close

and i am up and on my broken limbs

go forward to later you'll land flat on your feet

when you where in the room i was nailed to my seat

im like a prisoner getting ready to talk

i feel the in my hands and the threat in your walk

and suddenly it lifts the roof af the place

it puts a volt in my step

and a grin on my face

it cant contain me but you leaning on me

to get me back in my box

and snap the branches off me

and suddenly it lifts the roof af the place

it puts a volt in my step

and a grin on my face

it cant contain me but you leaning on me

to get me back in my box

and snap the branches off me