Left them behind for you,
But you didn't come through.
Seven-til-twelve, just us two.
Six strings to reel you,
And it seems to be working.
I can tell by your grin.
Sat on a grit bin,
Waiting for you two to fin'.
Sat on a grit bin,
Waiting for you two to fin'.
Out pops vamoose round the doorframe,
So we are forced to roam the streets again.
I'm hoping others will refrain.
And then old news lingers,
I'm counting my options with my fingers,
as she's still a clinger to me.
Sat on a grit bin,
Waiting for you two to fin'.
Sat on a grit bin,
Waiting for you two to fin'.
As always I,
Seem one step behind.
As always I,
Seem one step behind.
As always I,
Seem one step behind.
As always I,
Seem one step behind.

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