Tattoo ink on my pillow
Toast crumbs in my bed
Hazy mornings after
Crazy nights out of my head
The past is there to guide us
To help us right what once was wrong
To sail in the right direction
Or to turn around and start anon
Change the sheets, change your face
Do what you have to do in this place
Learn to live, learn to survive
Create a world to mask what's inside.
Friday night, taxi at nine
Into town, feel alive
Live music, real ale
Sup up, ship out,
Last orders, let's bail.
Did we win? Did we lose?
Saturday morning comes too soon.
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