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The Rakes Ten New Messages

Don't talk rubbish to me i use reason on my brain it's those little superstitions that get me through the stress and strain i have made my contributions

Though I been thinking about it, I live with the idea the way we where would last forever yeah it all seemed pretty clear. but when the foundations shook

We danced together on the roof at the party, 5 stories removed from the trouble on the street the sun arose revealing goose bumps on your arm A sign

All dressed up with somewhere to go Got ten new messages on your phone Keep trying to stop the night from falling to pieces The night goes on and on