Title: Laid to wasted
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You’ve been laid to waisted
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And the bad you tasted on your rise
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You still pretend surprise
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When the crowd has staggered home, you’re the jester
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And now you’re on your own
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So you play an old favourite
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You must remember to forget the time
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When bands of angels sung your praises
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In the nights and the lights
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Burned your name across the night sky
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Those days are gone, you’re better now
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Maybe you will find what you’re looking for
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You must remember to forget the time
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When bands of angels sung your praises
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In the nights and the lights
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Burned your name across the night sky
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Those days are gone, you’re better now
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Maybe you will find what you’re looking for
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You’ve been used and run around
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Everytime you pledged your love you found
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But your feet still off the ground
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So-called friends have turned their coats for another
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Who has still to learn the ropes
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But you play an old favourite
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You must remember to forget the time
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When bands of angels sung your praises
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In the nights and the lights
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Burned your name across the night sky
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Those days are gone, you’re better now
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Maybe you will find what you’re looking for
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You’ve been tried and tested
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No one’s interested in your light
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But still you need the night
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Shine on, accept the dawn
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When your turn comes round again they’ll sing alone
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But you play an old favourite
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You must remember to forget the time
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When bands of angels sung your praises
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In the nights and the lights
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Burned your name across the night sky
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Those days are gone, you’re better now
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Maybe you will find what you’re looking for
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Maybe you will find what you’re looking for |