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i was thinking about how good it felt forced to guzzle whiskey. dodging clouds of smoke, telling dodgy jokes.

i was thinking about heavy the duffles of cheap wine were. all the dancers drowning. it's chilly on the boat.

na na na na na na, na na na na na na.
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i was thinking about the pound coins and spending them on cider. peeling back the labels, watching your big eyes.

i walked alone to the nightclub. and looking 'round, i saw the trees on parade. i walked alone to the nightclub. and looking 'round, i saw the flaming trees on parade.

i was standing in the shower. parting broken curtains, riding the red buses. are we getting in too late?

i walked alone to the nightclub. i walked alone.
i saw the trees on parade. i walked alone, mispronouncing all the funny names.

na na na na na na, na na na na na na.
na na na na na na, na na na na na na.

i got drenched in dover.